So all that’s secret can find the page. Because now there’s no threat. There is no weight to my words. Only for me. Now is when I share that which I wish for the most.
Love.
I cannot wait to meet you, my dear unknown someone. I will start loving you now and learn to love you more each day until we meet. Then I will have a bag filled to the brim with love. One that will never empty. I will lie still next to you. Silent. We will discover sweet melodies together. I will accompany you on the journeys you’re yet to take. Just a word and you will have me fully. I will love the now you have and you will learn to love the me that lives in your future. Each day a new beginning, but a continuation of everything we knew before. I want to be whole with you. I want you to know that all it will take is a look, a whispered word, just a glance and I will offer my flawed love and my fragile soul, my damaged body wholly to you. Just for you.
Until we meet I will write for you. I will live for you, breathe for you and love for you. I will memorise routes to hidden places to share with you. I will capture moments of sadness and tenderness to show you. I will preserve the amazement, the excitement and the hunger for honesty. I will wait patiently. When we meet, the years will wait so you can read all I’ve written for you. So you can see all I’ve been keeping for you. And in turn, each day we will fall in love all over again. All year long. All lifetime long.
Love.
If only the sometimes deadly and dark clouds wouldn’t come to overshadow my undying faith in you.
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