Your heart
is a living
piece of art.

Don’t kill it
if someone can’t
understand it.

© Letters From Alex

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In Love With Love

I’ve wasted all this time writing about you and all the things I love about you, but I can’t help but wonder of the possibility that I’m writing to my future lover instead, because maybe I didn’t fall in love with you, but I fell in love with the idea of you.

© Letters From Alex

June 7, 2016

Dear friend,

He actually made an effort to visit me.
We talked, and he told me he needed comforting.
His eyes looked like they were filled with sorrow, but I didn’t ask why.
Instead, I gave him what he wanted, no questions asked.
We cuddled. 
We held each other’s hands.
We stared into each other’s eyes.
We smiled, awkwardly.
I hugged him and he hugged me tighter.
He didn’t want to let me go.
That was the best feeling to feel.
There was a lot of silence.
I could just hear his breathing
and his heart beating.
I didn’t need anything else in this moment.
I was finally intertwined with the person that makes me happiest. 
The same person that makes me forget about the world outside this embrace.
We stayed up all night.
We weren’t bored.
We weren’t tired.
We were just… happy.

Love always,
Alex

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