Here I sit.  My girlfreind is stuck in another country waiting for a package in a tourist town.  Guys hitting on her all the time.  Her name is Liz and I know she is dening the lot of them.  I am at a camp site that has been rained on for two days and everything is wet.  I just want to see my sick girl and make her feel better.  I want to be there for her, and I can´t.  I just so badly want to be able to help her feel better and make things right. want to hold her and kiss her and tell her how sorry I am.  I just want to be with her and smell her, that familiar beautiful wonderful smell that they call Liz.  I want out of this camp site, I want to do something about my situation but all I can do is wait.  This tormenting waiting, nothing to do, no money to go out and eat, or get a good cup of coffee.  I am just so un happy about this situation.  I just want to hold my liz in my arms, its not a lot to ask you would think but it seems to just be impossible.  Three days I will have to wait for her... Three of the longest days of my life.  I would rather spend a year on Junior then wait for these next few days. I see her in my dreams and think of her all the day.  I long to be in her presence, I loth for her company.  Through all of this it seems like the world is against us getting to be back with one another.  The two of us fighting against all odds just to see one another.  We are in love.  I have done a lot of stupid things along the way, but one thing I have done is Loved this amazing beautiful girl named liz.  I never seem to show
it in the right way, I never seem to do the right things but I am detirmend to change that.  I want to show this princess how much I care about her, I want to make it so she braggs to her friends about the great amazing boyfriend she has.  I want her to look at me and be proud and happy that she is with me.  I know I can do this it will just take time. But I am young and Time I have and I want to start now, but I can´t.  So I sit and I wait...and I wait... Its this feeling of anxiouty and shakyness that makes it that much worse.  I feel as if I am giong to break out of my skin, but I keep it in.  Nobody around me can see how much I hurt, how much I long to see my girl.  They just look around without a notice, nobody sees, nobody cares.  Liz cares, after all the times I have wronged her she still stands by me.  I will keep it together and prove to the world how much I care for this amazing beautiful girl they call liz.  She is an amazing girls, her skin is soft like butter (even thought she dosn´t think so) looking into her eyes is like looking out of a window at the most beautiful landscape in the world, her neck is soft with every conture being just perfect, her sholders start off the amazing figure of this girl.   Her stomach has the shape of a jypsy dancer, just that nice femanin conture.  Her hips are those of a women that allow her to have the amazing shape she carrys.  Her legs are petite, and cute but when they are only covered by a short dress  they can turn the head of any man.  Her tiny feet and her amazingly cute toes, just fit her body so well.  If I had to chose what I would change about her or die, I would have to die because you cant pick apart perfection.  When she enters a room its like a light just went on, everyone in the room will notice her presence, the men will smile and the girls will scorne.  You never know what is going to come out of her mouth, she is never predictable.  But to be blessed with a conversation with her is something you will never forget.  I can still remember the first time I laid eyes on her.  I could just see her sylowet stretching with her arms up abover her head as if she was trying to reach the sky.  When I spoke to her, I just blusshed. I tryed to talk and nothing would come out.  I just sort of stumbled through a sales pitch but apparently it worked because from that day we have been with one another.  But until I see her again, I will patiantly wait for her.  Romanticasing about her return.  Just waiting for that one moment when I haver her back safe in my arms.  Liz I love you,

Caleb

This was an email that I sent to Liz, she asked me to post it.  Sorry about the spelling but when you get to wrighting you don´t concern yourself with how things our spelt but how they are ment.  Currently Liz is in Chile, and I am in Santiago.  We both don´t have any money left we are just waiting for her card in the mail.  Thats what this letter was about.  Hope you enjoyed. 

For those who love their ladys...spelling is the last thing we think about..when Liz is once again safe in your arms...give her a kiss from all of us who wait both of you at home...Love you both.