To the one in whom I find peace,
I haven't written anything for a very long time. I am trying today.
This is midnight, 3 am, and I am writing a letter. Weird. This is what you mean to me. More than anything, more than anyone. Read this with a constant smile.
I am in no mood to live in nostalgia, but I want to tell you that you are special. You need to stop doubting yourself now. Your decisions are the best, give them time. Relax. Slow down. Nothing is going too fast, stop and look around. Take a deep breath and think what you want to do, everything will be clear.
You are better than everyone else. You can do whatever you want to do. You have that vibe, the magic that makes everything happen. You bring happiness.
Thanks for being a constant support. It is not easy to find a person like you, and I feel so lucky to have you. I am not allowing you to go anywhere, never.
Also, no one has changed, it's just the circumstances that keep us busy at times, and when we are free, we don't have the mood to talk, we want peace, but we are mature enough to handle this.
Regards,
Bring me a sunflower, rose is over-rated.
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PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts, my all-consuming love, my everything... How it feels to find love, to lose it and to get it back. Also a couple of letters to people who mean a lot to me.
