Do my letters reach you? Do they touch you? Do you hear my voice in them or hear my love in them? Do you hear my heart beating through them? For every letter I send you represent untold hours thinking of you and longing for you, wishing I was with you.
Do you feel that from them or do you know that? You’ve hardly told me so. I know you receive them but I know little else from them from you. Do they ever move you at all? Do they draw you closer to me? I’ve considered stopping writing you many times fearing that my letters do none of those things. I know they both hurt and heal you.
I suppose I write them hoping you will be closer to me and even respond to them, to me. How do I draw you nearer to me Princess. I love you baby. I love you. You are my love, my eternal desire, my ever-present longing my joy. You are my the greatest hope for happiness. I will never stop loving you.
Love Papa Bear.