This is for me....

How many letters have I written to you with tears in my eyes? Tears of happiness and tears of sadness. Tears of joy and of anger.

How many of my thoughts have been dedicated to you?
How many jokes that I hear and stories and movies and conversations and how many sights I see do I still want to share with you?

I'd write to you every day, if I could.

Well....even if my hands were bleading, even if my eyesight were gone, I couldn't live without writing. It keeps me feeling alive. When I write to others I write to myself as well.

You and me, we started out writing, before anything else. Or maybe, it is just me that started loving you on the screen - no paper, modern times - and afterwards never stopped. Can you imagine that? Do you remember that?


And


Will you ever hear someone say the same thing again, about you and her?
"We started out writing to each other!"

Yeah...

If I weren't so selfish, I'd say, I hope so, for you, but I am selfish. I'd like this to be a memory you only share with me.

Sometimes you know someone for ten years and if they ask you about memories, you name a few, but you don't feel anything. With some people though, the memories make you laugh and smile and cry and scream and shiver and smell so many smells.

This is a love letter if there ever was one.

For you.