Dear Lover,
Your voice is on repeat in my head, and alike, memories of you. Imagining you with me wherever I go in whatever I do can't be healthy. Perhaps it's perfectly healthy. Perhaps you're my medicine. My cure-all. I miss the sound of your voice. I've got to hear that dark chocolate, red velvet, honey sweet voice in person soon before the song of you is stuck in my head forever. Then again, do I really want it out? I want you to hold me. Just hold me while I sleep and kiss me when I wake. I want to stare in your eyes. God, I could swim in those milky brown eyes for miles and never find land. My dear, I'm shipwrecked on you and I never want to find a way off. I can't stop thinking about you.
Love,
Your darling.
