Lover of my Soul.

Sometimes, the days passes by like flashes of lightning before me. Other times, it is like waiting for a budding rose to bloom. I groan to the sound of birds chirping in the air but find delight in the tapping sound of rain on my roof. That, is how much I miss you. When I am heavily soaked in rain, ironically, I still feel light on the inside. That, is how much I miss you.

I stare at the vast blue sky but all I think about is the pair of blue eyes which is vast and filled with an endless amount of love. The pair of eyes that stares back at mine, which speaks of the purest of love and sings of a sweet lullaby.

I am holding on tight to the memories we shared, tugging it close to my heart and leaving space for more. I am anchoring all of my hopes in you; who whispered those three words into my ears, my heart and my soul.

This is my third, hopefully second time writing my first love letter to you.

With all my heart.

Why do people stop writing love letters?