Rarely do I abuse my blog as a sound­ing board for my own emo­tions. Not because they are too private to be shared, but because I strongly believe that there is already enough clut­ter on the Inter­net. Inform­a­tion trans­fer and know­ledge shar­ing should not be hindered by bits and pieces which mean little to the com­mon audi­ence. While these are my feel­ings I believe other can related. So do not expect to find a les­son when read­ing this. This entry is for you my slave. This entry is for the woman that com­pletes me and allows me to live a life that I always thought reserved for a mid­night fantasy. This entry is for you, the first being that has me con­vinced that stay­ing with someone forever is not such a bad thing after all. This entry is mean­ing­less without you, because no one else under­stands me like you do. This entry is for you. I would spell it in all the lan­guages this world has to offer, the spoken ones, the signed ones and those that have only mean­ing to the subconscious, but the mes­sage would always remain the same.  I love youThree words which are easy to say, easy to write and yet it is so hard to give those three words mean­ing. I hope that giv­ing up one life to start liv­ing another life with you adds some volume to the almost infin­ite depth of those three words. I want to fill them up so that they can over­flow in the end. I am fear no man, but it would strike me down if I was not allowed to be with you. There is so much that we both want to accom­plish, whether that is liv­ing your dreams, chan­ging your phys­ical appear­ance, fight­ing your thyroid or me need­ing to bet­ter under­stand how to rig rope properly.   There are so many things in this world that I want and while I have always been fas­cin­ated by the hunt for wealth and per­sonal sat­is­fac­tion I would hap­pily life together with you in a card box. As long as that card box allows me to reach out and touch your face, trail a fin­ger­tip over your nose and play with your hair.Distance is a trivial mat­ter in a mod­ern world and yet it seems while our world has under­stood to conquerer the miles tech­no­lo­gic­ally our bod­ies are not quite there yet. I have always dis­liked leav­ing you. With more than 4000 miles between us I have come to under­stand that I would much prefer to hat 1/4000^th of a mile between us. I do not feel that any­one can change this need, not my fam­ily, not Cana­dian Immig­ra­tion, no one.While I dread tomor­row and what might come out of the con­ver­sa­tion that must be had, I still under­stand and have come to embrace one fact. A Mas­ter is little but an empty shell without a slave to fill it up and love is incom­plete without admiration.I do not only love you, I adore you.