Letter 62

Dear <Name>,

I wish to tell you something and perhaps, for you, it’s a song you’ve already heard before.

How do I say this?

I’m dreaming about you.

Yes. I want to hold your hand and take you to a place where it’s only you and me left.

I have had my moments and I’m certain, to you, they lead me down to you.

How can it not?

I think I’m crazy about  you.

Yes. I find happiness with you, I find comfort in your touch.

I see you and I’m okay, I hear your voice and I’m musing away.

How is this possible?

Every single day I’m wanting you.

Yes. I want your love, I want your kiss, I want your trust and your sweet caress.

I want the smell of your skin in my nostrils; want your joy, want your happiness.

And I want your aches and pains.

Your words are my calming drugs.

Yes. I have finally come to the answer, and you, you are the missing piece.

I long to make you feel this and perhaps, for you, they are words without meanings.

How do I show you now?

Oh how I need to be next to you.

Yes. I choose you, and these words are fashioned by feelings.

They are my own.

Yes. I’ll say them to you over and over, as long as it’s in me;

As long as it genuinely exists.

Yes. I was a fool to question love, and this time I know..

When hope is so strong, when the leaves dry in a ‘good bye’.

When I close my eyes and my heart screams for you.

I love you -

And this is why I need you.