my charming noah,
i hope this reaches you at just the right time, like a soft breeze to remind you that i’m here, waiting as you’ve asked. i know you’re probably busy with work or life’s unexpected turns, but i couldn’t help myself from writing. i keep thinking of you, and it’s…comforting, but also makes me miss you even more.
isn’t that silly? just two days, and here i am, feeling like i’ve been missing you for ages. i try to tell myself it’s only been a short while, but my heart doesn’t seem to listen. i feel so bashful admitting that, but it’s true.
i’ve found myself wondering how you’re doing, whether you’re keeping up with all the things that make you, you. are you still sneaking in little breaths of fresh air between the long stretches of your work? are you still carrying roses in your pockets, or has life been too hectic for those lovely touches?
i thought of our last moment together, the way you held me like i was exactly where you wanted me to be. even now, those memories warm me, like a blanket that wards off any cold nights while i wait for you. i miss hearing your voice, the way it settles everything into place, and i keep hoping for even a short message that lets me know you're okay.
i’m sorry if this seems like too much—i can be a little shy with all these soft thoughts tumbling around. i just want you to know that you’re missed, truly missed, by someone who thinks of you as often as the sun rises.
take care of yourself, please, and come back when you’re ready. i’ll be here, just as you asked, waiting patiently for the day you’ll fill my heart with your warmth again.
with all my warmth,
your melody
