Dear ____,
I have started these letters to say in ink what I am unable to say in words. To reveal in text what whirls around in the darkness my mind. These letters are for you, my love, and for me, and for the stars. The stars that make us dream, that make us believe.
There are many things I believe in, but when it comes to you, my love, my mind is an empty page. You confuse me, you fascinate me, you break me apart and reassemble me again. When it comes to you, I am no longer in control, I am at the mercy of my raw emotion. Rational thought is now but a memory, a fragment of a long-forgotten idea.
So I am writing these letters, my love, in the hope that I will be able to share my thoughts with you. Even if you are only a voice in my consciousness, I have found someone to listen. Someone I can speak to, a heart calling out to a heart.
My heart is what I will pour onto these pages, in the hope that doing so will ease the pain, the pain that is my constant companion, waking or sleeping.
I give you these letters, and with them, my heart.
Yours Forever,
N
