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You have been the silent recipient of my unsent letters.
Even before our paths crossed, I penned letters only I could read. I inscribed everything I adored about you. I wrote every reason why destiny should intertwine our lives.
With a skilled touch, the words flowed from the far recesses of my mind, eager to express how your eyes lit up when you smiled or how you concealed your giggles with a sly curve of your lips. Each sentence knew precisely where to find its place on the blank page I held alongside the ink-filled pen, allowing me to convey my deep affection for you.
The phrases came to life as soon as I sensed that, at some crossroads, our paths would intersect. I imagined the red threads of fate would weave us together.
The lines on those pages remained blank, destined to be filled only with thoughts of you.
It was as if I believed the world was small enough for our paths to inevitably cross. I knew that one day, I'd spot you at the end of a bustling street or find you sitting alone in a mall, quietly savoring your chosen meal from the stalls. I knew that one day you would become a constant presence in my life, with every encounter etching itself into my memory. I knew that one day, we would take evening strolls, chat aimlessly, and create cherished moments. I knew that one day, we would spend countless hours in coffee shops, savoring the aroma of coffee and desserts, and sharing laughter over the simplest things. I knew that one day, we would browse through bookstores, discovering each other's literary preferences and immersing ourselves in books that could change the way we lived. I envisioned us dancing on slow mornings in our home, living the life we had both yearned for.
I knew that one day, I would share with you all the unsent letters I had written. I would confess how I had fallen in love the very first time I laid eyes on you. And from that day forward, I would continue to write you letters, pouring my heart onto the pages, in appreciation of your love and your existence.
(Photo by yours truly; in frame: Denaley)
© aubby.krrn
Even before our paths crossed, I penned letters only I could read. I inscribed everything I adored about you. I wrote every reason why destiny should intertwine our lives.
With a skilled touch, the words flowed from the far recesses of my mind, eager to express how your eyes lit up when you smiled or how you concealed your giggles with a sly curve of your lips. Each sentence knew precisely where to find its place on the blank page I held alongside the ink-filled pen, allowing me to convey my deep affection for you.
The phrases came to life as soon as I sensed that, at some crossroads, our paths would intersect. I imagined the red threads of fate would weave us together.
The lines on those pages remained blank, destined to be filled only with thoughts of you.
It was as if I believed the world was small enough for our paths to inevitably cross. I knew that one day, I'd spot you at the end of a bustling street or find you sitting alone in a mall, quietly savoring your chosen meal from the stalls. I knew that one day you would become a constant presence in my life, with every encounter etching itself into my memory. I knew that one day, we would take evening strolls, chat aimlessly, and create cherished moments. I knew that one day, we would spend countless hours in coffee shops, savoring the aroma of coffee and desserts, and sharing laughter over the simplest things. I knew that one day, we would browse through bookstores, discovering each other's literary preferences and immersing ourselves in books that could change the way we lived. I envisioned us dancing on slow mornings in our home, living the life we had both yearned for.
I knew that one day, I would share with you all the unsent letters I had written. I would confess how I had fallen in love the very first time I laid eyes on you. And from that day forward, I would continue to write you letters, pouring my heart onto the pages, in appreciation of your love and your existence.
(Photo by yours truly; in frame: Denaley)
© aubby.krrn
