To my love, My Darkest Hand of the Hour.

All my life, I've longed for the one with whom I have a certain affinity with. One who would always know what I was thinking, feeling etc. Many times, I thought I'd found that. But, in each relationship that went by, I knew...each time, that something was missing. That something just wasn't quite right.

Many moons ago, I fell in love with you - hard. Only to find that things were not as they seemed. But still, I loved you. Then one day you were in my life, the very next...you weren't.

For three long, hard, trying years, I lived with the thought that I'd never find you again. By all reports, you were living happily on the other side of the world.

In each following relationship, I searched for just a semblance of what you and I had. Sometimes I found a hint, sometimes none at all. But never was it enough.

Then I met the father of my baby girl. Finally I thought I'd found what I was looking for. And for a long time I was prepared to live without you, and believed that what he and I had, was "it". But still, a constant, yet subliminal, feeling...things just weren't as they should be.

Then we went our separate ways, and then, about a year later, you suddenly reappear on the horizon, like a knight in shining armour, on the back of a tall majestic horse, coming to whisk me away to the life I'd always dreamed of having.

We sorted out our problems, and realised we were still very much in love. And both of us knew, without a doubt, that we, each other, was what both of us had been searching for, for all this time, both dreaming the impossible dream, of the ideal, perfect, soul mate.

And now, the dream is becoming a reality. No longer will our time be filled with lonesome dreams, heartbreaking awakenings, empty days, and cold nights.

Now, finally, you are coming home. Home to me and my baby girl, who wants and needs a Daddy like you. Home to the future. Home to our lives.

Home to my soul.

I love you.