Dear,
Though I don't see you often, other than when I close my eyes or rest my head. Those time may not seem as though they are enough, but to me they feel like a life time. I scan my own dark thoughts, as if looking threw a slide show in 1652, in search of the only colorful photos. They capture our glimpses of happiness, although they are brief I find the time to hold them longer than the rest. During my dullest hour these imaginary memories sharpen the minutes as they tick down. Oh how I wish I could spend real days in the real world with you. How I long to see what you may look like outside of my head. Sadly Love, that day will never come, for no one here holds the same characteristics you posses. I wish I could drift away to your world and visit you more often, but the beast of reality keeps us apart. My intention is that you will someday find this letter. I won't address this letter to you, simply for the reason that I don't have to. You will find this note and instantly know that it is meant for you. My hope is that I will find the time to continue theses letters. I wish to write to you more, but promise you I can not. You are always in my thoughts, but I do not continuously think of you. The moments you do circle into my recycled thoughts, right when I am about to allow my brain to shut down, my mind and body spring to life. As I am about to drift to sleep, in hopes of entering your world, I enter the dimension of love. My thoughts and words are be scrambled, much like my emotions, but I hope you could make sense of my maze.
With True Admiration
Aubree A. Young
YOU ARE READING
Letters to my Unknown Love
RomanceIn these unaddressed letters I portray my deep emotions to my anonymous lover. But does this mysterious man even exist? Leaving many questions unanswered it is up to you, the reader, to decode and navigate your way through my knot of emotions.
