Dear love,
Who are you? Why must you be so difficult to find, so difficult to understand? Was it something I did? Did I use the name in vain too many times before I realised you had appeared? Or have you never even visited me? Tell me, what do you mean? Where can I find you, and why do you delight in teasing me so? Are you in the birds? Surrounding my head, crying out as I walk by, headphones on, oblivious to your presence? Or are you the sun? Bright and brilliant, warming on my shoulders but scorching my cheeks when I stay out too long. Are you the smiles of friends, long overdue and fleating as quickly as you came? Maybe you are the fire, shining as a becon in the dark, home to those willing to adventure. Or perhaps you are the water, necessary for life and beautiful to dip your fingers in but only to easy to drown if you haven't learned to swim. Love, why are you so confusing? I can never seem to figure you out. You are the wind, blowing everywhere but impossible to capture or create. You come when nobody is expecting and you leave before I'm done with you. You are light, blinding and eye-opening but only visible when you shine on something. Love, you are baffeling and confounding and giant and grand. You make your presence known but you hate to be present. You are a riddle, wraped in an enigma, surrounded by a metaphor but still that's the only way we can describe you. So I don't know if I've ever really seen you, or if you are just waiting for the right time to surprise me but please. Please show me what to do because I don't want to give up.
Sincerely, __________________
