Someday, if we meet again, intimately.
I hope you would know that my love had never wavered.
I was broken, crawled through the mud, left in the dark alone; but my love for you didn't change.
Some may not understand it.
I don't understand it myself sometimes.
I can still feel when something is wrong, even though, you're miles away.
Butterflies and smiles still embrace me when we share our thoughts and emotions.
I hope that it does the same to you.
We're still each other's confidants.
Although I don't want to create false hope for myself, I hope that this is an ultimate test or journey that we had to take separately.
Our trials and tribulations.
Someday...I hope that we meet again intimately in this lifetime as well as all lifetimes.
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Letters To Myself
RandomIn this book, I share my letters that I wrote in a notebook. Each letter expresses my raw emotion and it isn't in chronological order. It's an ineffective way to get my thoughts out, although it never left. I wanted to share my emotional rollercoas...