Dear Andy,
My ears have been selective lately. Suddenly every song was about you. Whether it be from our time or a 100 years ago, it always sounds like it was made for you.
I haven't seen you in awhile. A week probably. Not seeing you makes the routine incomplete and void of excitement. I find it unfair sometimes. Here I am, missing you and there you are,(where ever that is)living your life without pause.
It should'nt be that way. My life should not depend on momentary feelings and minor flutters. But then, you came out of the blue, with your mahogany brown violin. And as the tune reverberated it found it's way to my heart and I was just seeing you in a new light, just you.
You were amazing. You were unreal. You took my breath away. And as you continue stroking its string with your bow, all I saw was perfection. It was flawless Andy. You should be proud.
I ran after you knowing I would'nt catch you. Stupid right? But who cares? I now realise that I want you so bad. I was ready for the adversity and opposition. Whatever the outcome is, good or bad, whether I'm for it or not, I will try.
Let's define try shall we. Try is me, testing the waters, considering probabilities, and hoping for the not-so-possible things. Lastly, trying is wanting. Wanting to know if by chance you'd like me too.
Grace❤
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