Secret Letter
i dreamt of you once more. i’d be deceiving myself if i said my soul didn’t ache upon waking. i like to imagine that my dreams are whispers from the universe, telling a story of a version of us that found its way, somewhere, in another world. perhaps there, we managed to piece it all together. maybe the stars above us have danced around the earth countless times, only to find their way back to where we began… yet now, we are no longer beneath the same sky. there’s so much i long to say, so many things i wish i could share. like how i can’t bear this distance, this separation. i don’t want you to find yourself first, or wander through your own time and space. i can’t fathom a world where you’re not a part of my every breath. so many words hang in the air, never spoken, and i hold myself responsible for their silence. what we share is a tapestry so intricate and intense, that sometimes i fear waking up to find you slipping through my fingers, like the delicate grains of sand that have escaped me too many times before. if only i had known then what i understand now. these days have felt like a storm in my chest, relentless and raw. sleepless nights stretch on forever, and the tears fall like rain—endlessly. i miss the warmth of your touch, the lingering trace of your scent, the very essence of your presence. wherever you are, i hope that when the stars grace your sky, you remember me in the silence between their shimmering lights.
2025-02-28 08:11:45
