I haven’t written to you in a while and I apologise for the same, but that’s only because I’ve been submerging myself with work. And that’s one of the things that will make you fall in love with me eventually, so I know you’re proud.
Mi amor, I miss you terribly.
Work is great and I try my best to always stay busy, so busy that I’ve no time to think about anything else but late nights, in those few moments between lying on the bed curled up and drifting off to sleep, you always find your way into my thoughts. And then I’m hit with the saddest urge to have someone to hold and to talk about my day, someone who’d actually want to listen to all that runs on my mind, someone who’d be proud to call me theirs and celebrate my tiniest achievements. And baby, how I’d love to celebrate all of yours.
Some days are harder than the rest and I worry you aren’t real and I will never find you. Every failed relationship that I come across just makes it worse. Hardly anyone has faith in love anymore. Fear of the end of something beautiful plagues all and so they don’t bother to experience it at all. To be honest, it plagues me too. But at this point in my life, I’ve accepted I’m always going to be afraid of certain things but it all comes down to how badly I fight to experience it nevertheless and let my fear push me to try and make it work. And to accept that sometime beautiful things end, but not all. And even if they do, that’s okay. Our lives are magical and wonderful and opportunities await every corner, new people await to be met, new stories await to be written.
Ah, you’ll find this out for yourself but I’m the eternal optimist, so haha boyyyyy obviously I won’t have to worry about all that because we going to work out and this going to last because we awesome yassssss.
I have faith our paths will cross someday real soon, I can feel it in my bones. But until then I hope you’re working hard, dreaming big and being kind.
Find me soon, mi amor. I can’t wait to come home.