If ever you come somehow, someway, to this site, maybe to write about something, maybe you get shown something, and maybe you trawl through a few, well i have a few letters here but all to you. Ok unless you come in the next week, or, by some miracle people view this hundreds of times, you won’t find it, but it is you i am talking about.
You won’t be sure, and you know because of certain things, and the fact that contrary to what you thought at the time, i do not want to hurt people, i can’t just be full on open and say who you are, or who i am. But it’s enough for now to say it as if you know, and you might get it.
I still love you, i will always, i said this a few days ago in fact, but seeing you, as it always does, breaks me away from merely thinking of you sorrowfully.
It slaps me hard to see you clear as day, beautiful as the first ray of sun over the ocean.
And i have been wondering, would i have been better staying silent, never saying anything, the option then would have been i would be your friend, you’d know what i feel, and maybe i could still occasionally be near that smile, that laugh.
But then i wonder, if seeing you now hurts like this, how would i survive if i was near enough to smell you, hear you, actually talk to you, and worse, see you in love with someone else.
What i think though is, i would rather hurt that way than this, at least you’d know someone loves you so much they would die for you, someone loves everything about you. Any small thing you doubted about yourself, someone would, indeed does, see it as a good,wonderful thing.
Because i do. There is literally no one more perfect than you.
Loving you today, and tomorrow, and until all awareness of you ceases to be, if that be possible to know of you for eternity, i shall love you no less a time.
You are worth everything, and i am always there any time, any where.