But you have to hold on.
You have to have patience.

I have to say this.
I might explode.
This isn’t mega Amy speaking.
This is me, speaking from deep within my heart.
These thoughts and feelings are flooding out of me.
They need to spill out.
So here we go.
I’ll say it here.

I want to scream it from the rooftops, so loud that you can hear me from over here.
I need you to hold on.
I need you to believe in this.
If you let these doubts consume you and cloud your mind, it wastes away potential.
It wastes away growth. It wastes away inspiration, beauty, and possibilities that have already begun to show.

The plant will be alright. The plant is strong.
It’s a little succulent that retains water and it will continue to grow slowly over time.
It’s strong enough to sustain the weather and it can repair itself with tender care.
It beams with resilience.

We’re far away.
I know.
And it hurts.
And it’s not ideal.
It won’t be this way forever.
I need you to know and understand that.

This is just the beginning to something amazing.
We can keep making memories.
Small and big.
This is a unique situation.
It’s strange.
It’s not perfect.
But it’s also not the end of the world.

I can’t wait to stand beside you in a grocery store, looking at spices.
Let me listen to your corny jokes.
I love hearing your voice.
And when you say those jokes, I really will laugh.
I always will.

I believe in this.
I believe in you.
Please believe in me, too.

Anything worth having takes work.
You know this.
You’ve lived it.
You’re living proof of it.

I want you to have faith in this.
These obstacles can be overcome.
This isn’t impossible.
I promise.

Listen again- It won’t be like this forever.
I really do need you to remember that.
But you have to give it a chance.
I won’t give up if you won’t.

We can feed each other strength.
We can feed each other hope.
We can work together on this, one step at a time.
We will grow stronger.
All it takes is patience and hard work that will build a sturdy foundation.

We have all the time to let this flourish.
We can still live our lives.
There’s no rush.
This isn’t a race.
And when the time comes to close the space between us, it will be more than we can imagine.
And it will all be worth it.

We can keep writing this story of our lives.
Your life.
My life.
And we bind them together.
It isn’t fiction.
It’s real.
I’m real.
You’re real.
And the book doesn’t have to end here.
But you have to believe in it.
You have to keep writing, even if it’s hard.

You are so beautiful, inside and out.
You make me want to be better.
You make me want to work harder.
You make me want to persevere in my own goals, hopes and dreams.
You truly inspire me.

Let’s build this path as slowly as we need to.
Until it leads me to you.
Let me swim inside your eyes and touch your skin.
Let me revel in you.
Breathe you in.
But you have to be patient.
I’ll be, too.

I don’t want to live life and regret not doing this.
I know you don’t either.
It’s better to try than to never try at all.
Don’t drown something that could be so beautiful.
It just needs time to grow.
And it is.
And it will continue to if you let it.

We can be bulletproof.

I hope you have faith in this.
I hope you believe in this, in yourself, and in me.
Because I want to know you more every day.
Because you’re worth it.
Because I see you.

Time doesn’t have to escape us.
It doesn’t.
I can stop time with you.





I won’t give up if you won’t.
I promise.