A Love Letter Never Received; But Was It Sent?

If I could write you, I’d maybe talk about the stars. Everything they are is so much larger than our little skeletal structures, so much brighter. Stars, burning balls of fury; seething in flame. From so far away, from everything our own eyes can see, they are simple twinkles of glory cast vastly across the confines (or lack there of) of space. Not like the empty space between my fingers, where yours should be, but outer space. A great unknown that We The People can only hope to glimpse a comprehension of. There are awful edges where you end, and I begin. Voids exist in the distance from your skin, galaxies without end. If I could write you, I’d tell you what depth you have as a human. A light in my life, luminescent beyond any star. A place I’m still exploring, but crave to know and love the darkest corners of. I say you’re beautiful, and I find it to be true. Sunrises aren’t handsome. Leaves turning in Samhain breezes aren’t dapper. These things, savannah’s in the sunshine, are striking; gorgeous, beautiful, elegant. You ae these things. If you’re ever unsure of your worth, let your busy mind remind you of my willingness to follow you wherever you tread. I’m going nowhere you aren’t, and would give almost anything to build you up, and watch you stride. I came here through error, but I’m unsure I’d have found the second part of

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 31.01.2018
ISBN: 978-3-7438-5350-8

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This is for those to whom I could not have done this without; that's you.