I never counted the times I wanted to write this letter to you, but I can promise you there were many.
And now, after 2 months that I am still waking up in the morning with your name being the first word that pops in my head and the image of you being the first thing I see in my mind, I think it is about the time to stop lying to myself. It's time for me to admit that I love you. I love you with the embarrassment of an adolescent. I love you with the passion of a sultry woman. I love you with a motherly tenderness. I think I love you in every possible way. This feeling that I feel in my heart, in my stomach every time I think of you, it is still there and it seems to grow bigger and stronger with every day, no matter how far away you are.
I think I must have loved you from the beginning, you know. Maybe not from the first evening when we met, but even then I already knew that you were kind of special. It was fun to talk you, I liked your smile and they way you wore the scarf around your neck. I loved how your eyelashes trembled when you were blinking. I found you adorable.
And then came that night when you first kissed me. I haven't loved anyone in years, my heart was as empty as a tin jar and I seriously started to think it will never be filled again. After all the disappointments I had, no one succeeded to make me feel again the excitement, the emotion I have always known I was capable of. But at the moment our lips touched, I knew I am not empty. You made me feel all the things in the world.
I often wonder why it had to be you, beautiful stranger, in whose arms, in a foreign country, I would find a brief moment of joy.
You are the sweet memory I cherish, and yet you are a dream that will never come true.
Yours, from afar,
love letter collection
11:55 PM EST
Friday, February 24, 2012