The love you fall into.

4

Silence.

The loudest thing in a quiet room, my aunt used to say "silence is the loudest scream", and I never understood that until my mom passed.

I thought it would be horrible and terrifying to lose someone you love most in this world. I thought I would drown in my sorrow and grief, but I just felt empty and emotionless. Like a part of my heart was taken from my body never to be returned again.

But when I look at you, my heart feels complete again. I feel whole.

I just want to run my fingers through your silky hair and hold you tight and never let you go. But I can't, and it's killing me.

I think I might love you.

I know you might be puzzled, that someone who hasn't even talked to you is utterly astonished by you and loves you. But everyone always leaves me at some point in my life, but you stayed. You continued to read my story, you care, and you haven't left me.

You are the first person in my life that has shown me more love than anger, and it makes me so upset that I don't have the pleasure of knowing you in real life.

I might never see you in real life and it pains me that one day you'll forget about me and what i'm writing to you.

I want to comfort you, see your smile, make you laugh, I want to know what it feels like to hold your hands.

I want to use my writing as a way to get into your heart and comfort you as you do to me. Use my sentences as a scarf when you get cold, and wrap yourself in my pages when you need a hug and keep me by you for moral support. Because that is what I want to be there for. The good and the bad.

I'll love you forever, there is no one else and there never will be. It's you it will always be you, and it has always been you. Since the second you laid eyes on my pages. I knew you would care.

You do care, right? You hurt when I hurt. Smile when I smile. We share emotions while you read. And while I write.

That's probably the closest we will get. But that's enough, right?