Dear Racheal, 

Funny right?  I still have to call you Rachel, after seven freaking years!  Seven years,  Rachel.  I could think of a thousand million sweetened chocolate flavoured words to call you. I could write a thousand billion letters to describe how beautiful your eyes are. I could... but I can't. I won't, for you are not mine. Not yet. So you'd remain just Rachel to me,  till my service for you is fulfilled. 

So Rachel,  my Rachel,  you need to know, it hurts.  Like everywhere in me and every part of me,  hurts. My back hurts, real bad. As I lay here in this Arab wilderness that sings of my loneliness,  penning this epistle of my innermost frustrations, I hurt bad. I have a stone as a pillow, grass edges as my blanket, thornbushes as my fences and the sheep as my gate; your father's flock is all that lies between me and the ravenous wolves. Oh how they love to terrorise me. The moon is out tonight,  full and bright reminding me of the beaming glow of your tender face,  it's the twelfth hour bae...oh sorry... Rachel!  God! How long shall I stay in this pain? When can I call you bae? When Rachel? When? 

Well, here I am Rachel, still here, in the middle of this wilderness. Toiling, waiting, sweating blood for the now.  Rachel, I hope you know this, you'd better know this: you keep me going. That sweetness you threw my way by the water trough that day. Rachel,  I need that sweetness everyday. Yeah it hurts,  but it's  worthwhile. I would serve your father for eternity just to be with you.

So Rachel, promise me this. While the desert sand flies sting me,  please keep yourself and wait for me. While the wolves salivate for my head,  you have to stay focused; become a better woman than the lady I met. Save me the stress,  would you not? This is my part,  I'm getting ready for you,  for us; repay me and play your part. Prepare for our kids and learn to care for them. Learn a skill,  get yourself busy,  keep your mind off the "others" wooing mindlessly. They see you as a prize, I need you in my journey. You had better tell them off, because I let Leah go, and many-a-Leah would come and I would let them go all the more.  They need to know that though I need a girl,  I really do,  but not a Leah. Not a lady that just wants to be married. Not a trophy that just wants to be carried. 

I only want Rachel, Rachel. I only want you. I'm somewhere around waiting for the perfect moment.  You have to trust that your father would keep his word and hand you over to me.  Please, Rachel,  as I slave away for seven more years,  grant me this one wish, I pray thee. Make yourself worth the wait. 

Love (though delayed), 

Jacob.