Dearest love,
It seems as though I've fallen in love again.
Not with a person, but words.
Since you've left, I've been unable to enjoy words. I had too many sad ones to say.
I fell in love last night with a book, and it felt wonderful.
I felt love for the first time in nearly a year and it made me want to cry.
There is now a window in my chest and there is sunshine pouring from it.
Whenever that window opens, you can hear the birds singing songs of love and you can smell roses.
Everything moves slowly when you look out that window, it's slow and peaceful. Such a contrast from my chaotic mind.
There are so many red roses that it intoxicates me with feelings of love.
I'm not falling in love with another person, I don't think I want to right now. I'm falling in love with what I was in love with before you came along.
Have you replaced me with the things that you loved before I happened? I hope so, I hope you fell so hard and I hope those feelings never go away for you.
I hope you see life in rosy hues like I do now.
Your's truly,
Her
