It’s not about the lost voyage or the dream of a drunk poet – it’s about how I miss you when I’m normally drinking my tea after lunch. It’s the way, when the sun is shining, and everything seems to be going easy, and life seems good, that I imagine if you were here, we’d be making love on this lovely day. I’ve written you so many letters, and writing you one more never seems too much. It’s never enough to talk about you and how you plant roses in my thoughts.
It’s a beautiful thing—to feel. To write about a person who can never be just another person for you. It’s about the way I smile when your name appears on my screen. There are so many stories happening around the world, and you know, ours is my favorite. How do two people blend into each other so much that it feels impossible? The world was definitely made with symmetry.
When I think about you, it’s not just the big moments that come to mind. It’s the little things—like the way you laugh at my silly jokes or how you hold my hand when we walk together. These small moments are what make our connection so special. It’s not about grand gestures; it’s about the everyday moments that make me feel so close to you.
I often find myself lost in thoughts about us, wondering what you’re doing and if you’re thinking about me too. It’s this connection that keeps me going, knowing that somewhere out there, you’re living your life and maybe, just maybe, thinking about me too.
Love has a way of making the ordinary extraordinary. It turns a simple cup of tea into a moment of reflection and longing. It transforms a sunny day into a daydream about being together. And it takes a routine day and fills it with the beauty of memories and the hope of creating new ones.
So, here’s to us and the magic we share. Here’s to the letters, the thoughts, and the dreams. Here’s to the beautiful symmetry of our love. And most importantly, here’s to you, the one who makes everything feel so wonderfully perfect.