Iloveyou.

If we thought that we could get away with the daily lacerations of longing by suppressing our emotions and thinking that those are only scratches, time has a knife. As the days are counted, the hours that make it breathes just like us — difficult and unyielding. But I have only started this letter.

Today we had a blast: of job applications, of beautiful talk times, of hope with blooming buds and little fingers that grew from your starbust lilies. How could I ask for more considering that our eyes can only meet when we look at the same stars.

Yes, a lot of thoughts trouble us from time to time but I realized… we really don’t need to. Even foxes have holes and birds have nests right? Home becomes apparent as days go by. I thank God for the peace, the weariness and the truth that nothing can separate love from its subjects. And I thank you for this. This journey would be effortless if I am doing this with somebody else and it won’t be sweet at all.

Nuff said.