Letters to my Loves: Letters #18-21

hi love,
I've realized that my love
was not defined by your stupidity
or my inability to see it.
I've figured that maybe you weren't
truly my love in the first place.
If you were, I never
would have lost you.
Was it true or was it
just another step towards the real thing?
Maybe if I find it, I'll know
the difference. . .
if there is one.
<3 me

hey love,
first and foremost,
I'm sorry. I hate seeing
you distressed. I
wanna wrap you up
in my invisible
wings, grab you in
my arms and fly
away. We'll go to
places neither of us
have ever seen.
The warm comforting
tears will dry away
and we won't need
their comfort anymore,
we have each other.
There will be nothing left
but smiles on our
faces. This is where
we need to be. . .
<3 me

dear love,
Aghhh. . .you're beautiful!
It kills me how beautiful
you are. I get caught up
staring, taking in
your every curve and
swoop of hair. I just
close my eyes and my
thoughts review your
movements, your face and
its expressions, your words. . .
I feel like a criminal
in my own house, stopping
myself from stealing glances,
touches. It's sickening how
I appreciate it all in a
hidden, scandalous way.
Yikes. . .
<3 me

hi love,
I'm ready for an answer.
I'm ready for your response.
I'm ready for whatever
crazy line you could possibly
serve me.
So after all this time, and
all this pain, and all
this hurt and tears,
you're right there, not
waiting, not
thinking, and definitely not
wanting of me.
But,
you did respond, after some time,
you did answer, and you definitely
served me a crazy line.
Am I an idiot to think,
that a "hey, how are you?"
would of been more appropriate?
But, then again,
we were never really that
formal in the first place.
I figured even now, after some time,
times is all I can really give you.
My love wasn't enough, my
heart wasn't enough, and
my existence, surely wasn't enough.
But at least I can give you
something. . .time.
<3 me