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The Kitchen Table
Tags: Love Letters, Trauma, Short Stories And Poems, Metaphor, Imagery

Photo taken by Introspect. There was once a family living here.

We were at home in our kitchen, standing around the table and searching for a knife. The butter, in a dish on the counter, melted before us. I thought, how could we save it from it’s death? For anyone could see that time had it in for this oily little blob, and we were in for it too.

I’ve been missing you more and more these days. I hoped you would return a long time ago, but your seat has been empty for a while now. One might say: “Give up on him already”, “He didn’t actually go to the bathroom.” But my heart would protest with absolute anguish at the thought that you’d left me for good. Not you. Please, not you.

You were the only one who knew how to open a can of tomatoes without creating a lethal weapon. God knows, every time I tried, I ended up bleeding, goring up the place. That’s not completely abnormal for my kind though. We are naive. We are clumsy. We just want you to be sweet, kind, and happy. And you were from time to time.

Your image, and the shadow that lingers behind, is crisp in my mind but blurry before me. They said you pushed her up against the counter, and threatened her until she ran away screaming to the cops. But I know you wouldn’t do that. I told them that as they took you from the table. Your face twisted in protestation, and I felt it in my bones.

We looked into each others eyes, sharing stories. You loved to tell stories about your day, and I loved to listen. We did this dance all the time, you and me. Your voice would carry, entirely enthused, and my eyes would shine in reverence towards you. My hero. My champion. I’m here rooting for you.

Standing around the kitchen table, we sit at last, with the food prepared before us. We took turns chopping, simmering, and measuring in the most correct fashion. You would tolerate no less. This was a science. You and me. Our meeting each other; it was destined. They all could see.

Around the kitchen table. You wanted me once, I could feel it. You didn’t look at anyone else the way you were looking at me. I was something new to you, something that baffled you with intrigue, something you consumed with desperation, and I welcomed it. I had been hungry too. But we haven’t said grace yet, and our hands are crossed. “Any minute now,” we whisper.

Meet me at the kitchen table. We need to talk, you see. We both know it’s changed between us. Though if we tried to say how, we would be speaking for hours, and you have somewhere to be. I do too. My destination and my starting point are both here, with this old wicker chair. Your elbows lean into the course surface, chipped paint underneath your skin as you reach for a roll of bread and say plainly, “I love you.”

-The Kitchen Table.
No Quiet for This Soul
By: Yitkbel Yue Xing Wang
Tags: Love Letters, Poetry, Love, Love Poems, Lament

By: Yue Xing Yitkbel Wang

Date written: Friday, October 4, 2019 6:52 PM

A void suddenly formed deep in the rolling sea

Calls for a deafening wave to take its place

And thus all these words I write to you

A thundering protest of the deserving silence

Sometimes, unconditional love comes at a price

An unfortunate price of utter undesirability

Ever quiet and misplaced, a bore and afraid

I come with such devotion till it’s burdensome

You may have, like all, wished for a love that

Will always be there, never run away, without

Ever realizing the consequences of such a

Chasing and desperate devotion until you’ve

Swam in the ennui of this wide empty sea

An ocean without much scenery but always

Calling for you in the same nauseating waves

You must leave and find a landing place

How will you ever explain without mockery

The tattered fool that will always be there

To comfort you with an aching bare soul

Without ever needing anything back from you

Like they all say, the best must be chased

And yet just like the pebble to the gold

I’ll be here for you till the time grows old

With your silence, bleeding, withering, fading

Again and again, in love with this pain

You’re the lighthouse to my ocean

Ever trying to reach for your embrace

But always breaking and dying away
Why is wearing my heart on my sleeve so bad? Why do people lie?
By: Chris Degenaars
Tags: Mental Health, Love Letters, Personal, Love, Relationships

Once again I find myself looking at every word, touch, kiss, and moment that we shared together wondering where I went wrong?

You didn’t tell the truth, you lied to me…but maybe I wasn’t honest with myself?

I made the personal decision years ago I would never hold back the feelings I had for someone after the love of my life told me “I was too late” being honest with her, but for the last few years it has proven to cost me more to wear my heart on my sleeve than not to.

Maybe I wanted you to leave me feeling this way? Maybe I wanted you to hurt me so I could blame everything else I’m going through on you, too?

One thing I learned this time was that maybe it isn’t bad to wear your heart on your sleeve, but you have to be self-aware that if it doesn’t work out then it’s your fault.

I don’t think I can hide how I feel, I can’t pretend like something doesn’t exist or that I don’t feel a connection with you. In fact, I don’t want to hide it, I don’t want to hide my heart.

Why do people lie?

Why, when someone is being vulnerable with you and honest about how they feel do people feel like lying is the right response? How is that the rational logic in the situation?

I don’t mind you telling me you don’t feel the same way that I do, but don’t lead me on. Don’t tell me that you like me, then tell me we aren’t on the same page a day later.

My heart aches wondering where I went wrong and the things I did or didn’t say. I question of sign you gave that I perceived to be one thing when maybe they weren’t.

All I want to know is when you told me you liked me, was that true?

And can we still be friends? Because I don’t want to imagine my life without you.

I wish you nothing but success and happiness…and I hope one day I get to be part of that.
A Love Letter To Our Quirkiness
By: François Lemoine
Tags: Love Letters, Quirky, Music, Existence, Humanity

I love your human experience. I love seeing you enjoy a moment. I may not see what you see, but I’m glad a human sees it.

The span of human existence and experiences may draw to an abrupt close this century, or so we’re told… I am however delighted to see that people still enjoy seeing the sunset.

Or that they will play ball with a dog that they do not know and pet it.

Or that they will have an moment with the music that their listening through their headphones… with people around, they’ll break the monotonous mold of public transit and move their shoulders or torso to the rythm of the music.

That to me is the human experience. You’re solo. Nobody is watching, or you’re not caring about anybody and you just feel. You take it all in. You cherish that brief moment in space and time. You make your own fun and your own little aparte story with your self.

This is something unique that I cannot live. The feeling is incompatible with the “oh, I’ve got to get one of those” nonsense.

I know, I’m not known for doing new things or a lot of things. To be honest, I select from what I know and what works for me. I also know that I may be quick to tell you that I don’t do this or that, but rest assured that I agree with “the someone doing it”, it may not be for me though but I love the diversity of time employement that people make.

Hopefully, the feeling is mutual and you can love my own idiosyncrasy and quirkiness. To our human experiences!
Letter 72
By: Shannon Masayo
Tags: Love Letters, Love, Desert, Relationships, Fire

Dear You,

I drove in silence. The stretch of earth to the West was gray and wet. I smiled as thoughts of you and I reeled through my head. I can’t believe I never wrote about the night in the desert. The clouds moving in such an incredible way, mesmerized. The old man in the car that I thought was going to kill us, only to tell us where to find more wood.

Once the sun went down, I was barefoot on some other planet. The glowing green water. That night I felt like a ballerina again. You guarded the fire so intently with axe in hand. I’ll never forget the way the warmth reflected off of your face. The lays potato chips had their own chair. It will always be the night we laughed so hard I thought we might die. Clothes lined when I heard the words you thought I said.

“My grandma was really into Heelies”

That isn’t what I said, but it didn’t matter. We laughed in the sand for what felt like hours. Convinced I’d lose my job because I couldn’t stop laughing, in physical pain. It was perfect.

I smiled and cried the whole way home tonight, thinking about it. The way you held my hand on the way out there, gripping it tight, as the Growlers sang out. “Worry’s a bully that just won’t let me be”…

I’m trying not to worry about the flame, that you protected that night, for me, it’s still burning bright.

Love, me
Things I’ve Wanted to Text You Since We Stopped: A Week in My Thoughts
By: J Kuiper
Tags: Love Letters, Short Story, Lessons

i took 14 pictures of art at SFMOMA that are works i think you would like, mostly because i like them

living out of a suitcase must be getting to me… i just spent more money on clothes than i have in years. now we will see if i have an anxiety attack about it and return them all tomorrow

i have a date monday night with a guy i met in december. i guess it counts as a date two?

all this week i will walk past the place where i finally kissed the man i have often felt is the closest thing to “the one,” but that kiss was over a year ago, and we don’t speak, so he’s not — and i don’t notice it in the course of the day really, only when i stop to pay attention to where i am

i wonder if i will actually start to try to have emotions and feelings like i said i would this year or if it’s too late to come back from shutting them down

i am having the best vegetable tagine for lunch

i’m got some good dog time today — golden retriever therapy

i wear my scarf and hat indoors all the time now, breaking my own rules of warmth and clothing. i think of you when i notice it, but not with any real feeling

the “deafening teal” card is, in fact, now a bookmark as you predicted

i’ve spent the morning ear-searching for accents. i don’t have any idea why, it’s not like i go talk to people when i hear them, but i do start eavesdropping some

weather report: very drizzly but neither cold nor warm.

it’s a lovely lazy day of wandering and reading and drinking coffee — my favorite urban type of sunday

i bought three tops at goodwill. i always feel bad when shopping there since i can afford retail. makes me feel like i’m stealing clothes from people who actually need the bargain

and now i’ve bought a pair of shoes. with heels. because fuck it…

i told my sisters about the thought that being in a suitcase for so long has made me feel a sense of urgency for new stuff — when i did, it also occurred to me that this sense of urgency might be a combination of the suitcase limitation and of being rejected?

i wonder if you only knowing me as a person living out of one suitcase made any difference in who you think i am, reduced my dimensionality or complexity somehow?

i’m liking the book i’m reading more than others i’ve read by this author, though i still find her characters to lack something that draws me to caring about them

weather report: still grey, still drizzling, still just barely chilly

it has officially been a week. i’ve officially heard nothing from you, so this note will become journal, and i’m deleting your number, because, well, who are you to me anyway at this point?

it’s funny how i know i can turn my back on someone i spent a decade with, never to speak to them again. how i can understand my own ability to detach and go — and yet i still wonder how it’s so easy for you to say you are my friend and yet ghost completely (as you promised wouldn’t happen)… human promises… i guess they’re really as thin as the air they’re spoken with

goodbye.
Lessons from Wangechi
By: Sharon Immaculate Waithira
Tags: Family, Love Letters, Love

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

This is Newton’s third law of motion. It also very much applies in the day to day life. The lesson did not make fair sense at the time. I think it was related to a protest. I was quite angry at the police who I felt were not fair in their approach. You have guns, of course, you have the upper hand. Some civilians were victims of it at the moment and I was so angry at it. “Actions lead to reactions Sharon,” she had said. I did not understand her calmness about it then. Even now it just makes in a way that is blunt. More like the phrase “cest la vie” to mean “such is life”. It is never a helpful comment while it is said, it is just the truth. Bad and good thing happen, that’s life. I got to see these in action many times after. Someone starts a fight, you do something to either maintain your ego, avoid shame or simply you react from anger. The other person feels more unfair that your level of reaction was a tad bit more uncalled for compared to their action; that or they did not expect you to react in the first place (they alone needed to do something). It then keeps piling up and soon you can’t even track where it all started. We react a lot as humans.

From it, I have learnt to understand people’s pain and perspective on the matter. It helps you know when to simply take a break before reacting and when you need to put out the fire with fire. Haha always go with the first option. Reacting takes away your control in the matter. Acting, however, is a decision you make. It is something you actually have entity over. I am not saying that you are not to blame for the reaction too; come on let’s own up to our mistakes.
“What’s next?..”
By: Selena 'Lene' Phillip
Tags: Crush, Love Letters, Poem, Poems On Medium, Love

In the midst of misguided banter, our common interest seemed unparalleled. The Darius to my Nina, redirecting playlist you knew suited the sanctum of my creative thoughts. Our refined “Love Jones.”

Within the months of mental intimacy, you became the achilles heel to my guarded peace.

“I think I want you..”

Emotions on high alert. Confining my sentiments of being available. I’ve always assumed trauma paralyzed neurons signaling my heart. Emotionally approaching dangerous territory without brakes. This shit was overwhelming. Exploited by your empathy which fueled my confusion.

“Should I tell him?”

My fingertips the menacing trigger to my sanity. The diligent, “over-thinker” well aware of the risk. The cost of being negligent with vulnerability. Lack of control, with a divided subconscious.

“Fuck it,”

My thoughts cascaded from my subconscious into spoken word, within a forbidden message.

“Sent”

Anxiety reveals it’s true nature. Instantly ready to deny my intentions. Ready to confess I was possessed. “Sorry, wrong person”, so unoriginal. 10 minutes disguised as a life time sentence. Mistreated by 3 disappearing dots acknowledging my private thoughts, no longer my secret.

You respond at approximately 11:11pm…

“Hey, are you free to Talk?”…
Dreams of Love
By: Jackie Ann
Tags: Love Letters, Poetry, Poetry Sunday, Dreams, Love Poems

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I dreamed of you again

last night, pressed so tight

between the sheets, wrapped

in a memory that longs

for solidity

outside the boundaries

of my mind.

I dreamed of you again

as I have done

so many times;

each one a testament

to a love

still burning.

You have not left

a part of me

untouched.

You linger

like water

upon the shore

to soak

what little

remains virginal —

every crystal

glistening

in the glow

of your heart,

every touch

a tiny prayer

to soothe

a swollen psyche

where it is

sometimes

too easy

for memories

to become misery,

where vacancy

invites the dark

to stay.

So I am thankful

that I dreamed of you

so I could feel you again

as I did then,

when you pressed

your lips to the pain

and it was gone.

There is no place safer

than the sanctity

of your arms;

a tender safety

every woman

dreams of.

You are filling

every gap

in my mind

and every lonely

leap of faith

left uncrossed

in my body.

All the jagged

edges of my psyche

are finally fitting

together.

You fill me

entirely —

from head to toe,

but it doesn’t feel

like an intrusion;

It feels

like coming home.

© Jacqueline Ann 2021
Mush-Room For Improvement
By: Aaron Quist
Tags: Love Letters, Poetry Sunday, Ode, Psychedelics, Psilocybin

Mush-Room For Improvement

Photo by Christopher Ott on Unsplash

Dearest Psilocybin,

Psi-love you and your magic.

I see your gills flap like ancient pages.

I hear you whisper bizarre answers and stranger secrets.

I feel your saucers land upon my soul for an abuction.

Laying on the horn from your cockpit, you beckon so cheekily—

“Get in, loser, we’re going to Mars, to Andromeda, to the Elysian Fields,

and we’ll still be home before the dawn. ”

An adventure is boring in comparison.

I am lavished with gentle weirdness and harsh wonder.

I am ravished with paradisiacal paradoxes

that haven’t the patience to exist

behind the pearly gates of man.

You trick and you jest with a challenging humor.

You scold and you lecture with a parent’s worried heart.

You show me truths too urgent and alive to remember.

You make me forget myself, and yet you make me

realize who I really am with your pitches of fever.

Your tide maroons me upon the shoreline of my subconscious

as if I were a beached whale, exhausted

from fleeing its Ahab.

You confuse me in the loveliest of somehow’s and someway’s.

You play with my sanity like it were a mere handful of clay.

You rip through my bullshit like it was a page torn from a diary.

You take me to the brink, the brink of that brink, and then

the brink of the brink of the brink of the….

You are always more than I can handle, but

you always return me home safely, tucked in.

I’m always left staring at the ceiling, utterly

convinced that I’ll never again be able to

replicate the courage needed to traverse

your realms, your domain of alien ecstasies,

ever again.

And despite this astonishment and fear

that I feel for you and your wisdom,

I always seem to seek you out

time and time again…

Maybe just once more…

Maybe just one more time…

Maybe just one more knock upon

your swimming doors to heaven,

to hell, to something ever deeper

between the two…

You are simply too much to let go of.

The experience is too grand to forfeit.

And so here I am, once again…if only

for just one more journey to wonderland

where I can stand before you like a lost fool

at the edge of the darkest, most magical, forest.

So throw back the curtain and turn off the light.

Write me a riddle and warm up the ship.

Alert the elves, dragons, and gnomes.

Hum your hip-hip’s and hooray’s.

Let’s see what we can do,

where we might go…

Let’s let go

and fall down

your rabbit hole

of love.
I don’t want to miss you anymore,
Tags: I Miss You, Love Letters, Poetry

I don’t want to miss you anymore,

Not because I hate you,

But because it hurts too much.

It hurts when I see your face,

Through the pictures on my phone,

Knowing I can’t touch it,

Knowing I’m alone,

Because I can see your eyes,

But you’re not looking at mine,

At least not in this picture,

The one I like so bad.

It hurts when I hear you voice,

When you’re just singing a song,

Because I believe those pretty words,

When I know they’re for the World,

And not only me to hear.

It hurts when I look to my left,

Where you always used to stand,

And now I see this empty space,

And look at my lonely hands,

Wishing you could hold them,

Making me feel safe.

I was always warm in your embrace,

But we had to go our separate ways,

Unwillingly,

Yet knowing it was for the best,

So one day we would be together again,

And see how much we’ve changed.

I know this is necessary,

I know I can survive,

But for the time being,

And us appart,

It hurts to miss you,

Please, come back.
I Keep It All Inside For So Long
By: Sekar Raras Ichsanti
Tags: Crush, Love Letters, Past Lover, Love

4 September 2020

Hi, Hows Your day?

I hope everything is fine. It’s been a long time we didn’t talk to each other since the last time that I gave you something on your birthday. I know that was so silly. i’m sorry if you think that I’m too much. I didn’t mean to.

I remembered the first time I told you that I like you, I mean I lied to you. No, I don’t like you but It was more than that. It’s about 1 year that I keep it all inside without giving a sign to you, even a little bit. You gave me feelings that no one knows about… not even you. I watching you from a far, I loving you silently. I’ve spent way too much time thinking is it my fault, loving someone that I can’t have? and I know that I have to kill these feelings because I know we aren’t meant to each other and I’m not good enough for you. I thought the way I tell you the truth the easier these feelings go away. But, That is so wrong. I build my hopes really high and I got a big expectations which I know that would choke me up at the end of the day. And it happened.

I remembered when you asked me how can I fall in love with you

The answer is… I don’t know.

Because all i know is Loving someone doesn’t need any reasons.

You know what, I felt like I’m dead for a sec after the confession tragedy, but I’m glad we became a good friends after that. That was so embarrassing but happy at the same time, I can’t deny it that your good response made me smiling like an idiot. Thank you for your good response by the way and I’m so grateful for your appreciation. I’ll never forget that silly moment.

I miss you. i really do. I miss the small talks we had. It’s good to know anything about you, even just a lil bit. Your hobbies, your interest, your family, your favorite movies, your favorite musics and so on.. I miss a little smile I had when your name popped up to my screen because your notifications is what I’m waiting for. I always waiting for you to make some ig stories because that’s the only way to know what you’ve been doing everyday.

Having you by my side always capturing in my mind that’s why i love daydreaming. Everynight I’m staring at the ceiling thinking about you, thinking about how everything goes fine after the confession. I thought you will blocked me or push me away or telling me that I’m insane. I wrote this because I suddenly thinking about you.

Even though everythings seems so differently right now, i just want you to know that I always pray for you…

I pray for you everyday. I pray for your safety, I pray for your healthy, I pray for your happiness, I pray for your future and everything.

stay safe and stay healthy wherever you are :)
Untitled
Tags: Love Letters, Sad, Poetry, Love, Heartbreak

I loathe waking up

Because I come off of a state of non-existence

To realise once more that you’re gone

And life seems impossible like that

I can’t breathe

My skin is on fire

My whole being starts to disappear

For I am nothing without you

I loathe waking up

Because I look at your side of the bed and it is empty

I remember the nights we slept together

The peacefulness of being in your arms

The waking up to your little kisses

I can’t breathe

Because my whole body is begging for you

My skin is on fire

Because it misses your touches

I’m disappearing

Because without you, what can I do? I was born to love you

I will always love you

I loathe waking up

Because it takes me hours to be able to get out of bed

To try to have an ordinary day

Because I have to convince myself of putting on a friendly face

To get on with my day

Hoping that someday you might be back

I’m utterly miserable

Because I pick up my phone and there’s not a word from you

You haven’t spoken a word in weeks

What am I supposed to do without you?

I love falling asleep

Because every single time I dream of you

I dream of being in your arms once again

Kissing your face and making you laugh

God… how I loved to hear you laugh

I love falling asleep

Because in my dreams is the only place that you’re mine

You are mine, and I am yours

Oh, love, I will always be yours.
…but my love wavers not…
By: Horatio-Amzi Paa Kow Wildan
Tags: Love Letters, Queer, Poetry, Gay, Love

YOUR LOVE FOUND ME

Even when my doubts have captured the flag

Forcing its blades through the pouch

That held the love potion

The very one I drunk from your lips

Even when memories

Memories that slapped my chest

With the slam power of a wrecking ball

Replay painfully in my head

Standing its ground

Like a vindicated accuser

Questioning my sanity

Asking me time and again

Where my value lay

Even when your affirmations

The very yeses that crippled my smile

Won the battle against what I imagined

Could be that ray of hope

Even when my poor counsels,

The very chaff, those very weeds

The very ones that KNOW BUT FORGET

That this rose flower we are seeing through to bud

Has it’s own thorns, keep trying

To erase the faith in what we have

Even when you and I

Prune each other’s withering leafs off

Painfully shedding off parts of us that perform

No soothing functions

MY FAITH IN YOU STILL WAVERS NOT!

So I have maneuvered my way

Weaving me into you

Seeing me through your heart

Having blind but sturdy faith in us

Comforting the charlatans

Telling the prophets of doom

That life is indeed difficult for the blind

They may have all their visions validated

…BUT MY LOVE AND MY FAITH FOR AND IN YOU, WAVERS NOT!
A letter to my lover:
By: Gabriela Gonzalez
Tags: Love Letters, Youngadult, Feelings, Poetry, Dreams

A letter to my lover:

You may not know this, but damn you have brought so much joy to my life. The little things you do and say always fill my heart. You may not always notice, but I study the little things you do and everytime I look at you, you fill me with life. Your quirky, yet you choose not to admit it. You black wavy hair, dark brown eyes, the little lunares all over your lovely brown skin; the little things that drive me crazy. You taste of sweet warm comfort, and every time you hug me from behind and bury your face in my neck, damn. It gets me every time. You remind me of a warm day with a cool smooth breeze. A day at the beach and that feeling of the sand burning and warming up my skin as I bury myself deeper into it because that’s just a weird thing I like. Yeah, That’s what you are. Warmth and comfort. And although what we have is somewhat new, I feel like what we have is real and we were meant to meet. I like the silly thought that you were made for me because we both have a lunar on our shoulders; same place and everything. I hope what we have lasts a while. It’s been a cool minute since Ive felt THIS loved, and I savor it every moment I get.

I can’t wait to continue getting to grow with you and learn all your small quirks.

All love,

The girl that still can’t fully love herself.
First Grade Letters
By: Diary Of A Depressed Kid
Tags: Love Letters, Sad, Cute, Love And Sex, Love

It was this guy. His name was Nick. I don’t know why I always liked him. He made me laugh and we spent all our spare time together. He was basically my best friend. I’ve always moved slow when I’ve really liked someone. I never understood why people moved fast. You miss the moments of real friendship, of trust, and jokes that still linger years later. He was just taller than me, dark hair with a nice smile. I remember I wrote the letter out of fear.

You see this girl in my class really liked him as well. I knew she wanted to kiss him. She was very pretty and I was a girl who was shy and to say the least a little dorky. I wrote the letter because I didn’t want to give away my first kiss if it meant it would be in vain. So I wrote my feelings onto a page.

It’s no surprise he chose her. She was pretty, we were young and love letters were something children laugh about. But I knew. I knew in my heart that love letters even in first grade were worth more than a first kiss. They were a symbol that someone cared so highly and thought so much about you they were willing to put in on paper. To make it an object they can express.

My child mind knew every word was a piece of someone’s heart and soul. Not just their body. So every day since first grade I’ve kept every love letter in a book. Every note. I’ve collected them like trophies of times someone's heart was so full of love for me, a once dorky kid that they felt they had to share it. It’s worth more to me than any gift. Your heart is worth more to me than any kiss.
a letter i wish i could send to you
By: Luisca Laurela
Tags: Love Letters, Words, Thoughts, Love, Letters

March 9, 2021

how are you? if we’re able to talk right now the only thing i’m gonna ask is how are you..

lately life hasn’t been so good. i mean, it’s better.. maybe, but it’s not great yet. i don’t know. i always think of you all the time. not even a second i can get you off of my mind. i know you probably don’t feel the same because you’re with someone else now — thinking about her, talking to her. you might have already forgotten me because you could easily start a ‘new’ chapter. but of course that’s not me. i’m still here, healing, thinking about the things we once had — and the heartbreaks. i’m still processing all of them. processing to understand that you’re not mine anymore. that it’s wrong to think that one day we’ll be back.

you know what? even from that day, i still don’t know if that’s the best decision or not. i’m still wondering.. floating around in my own space, what could happen if i do not end us. if we do not end us. all of my dreams about us, the dreams that i wish i could reach with your presence, they don’t feel real anymore. oh how i longing for your stories, your thoughts, your voice, your hums, your warmth… hearing your childhood remembrance, making plans about where we’ll go when the pandemic’s over, imagining about what we’re gonna do after college.. share you a song that reminds me of you, telling you everything’s gonna be okay. but no — i have to face the reality and understand that the only thing i can do right now is… loving you through my prayers. entrust you in His plans. although i know deep in my heart, i realize i want to be with you. i still love you. nothing has change, not even a little bit.

but what could i do anyway? you with your life, me with my life. we’ve been separated by the things that has happened. and there’s too much left unsaid. now suddenly every sad song speaks about you, and every poem reminds me of you. yet i shouldn’t cry over a spilled milk. for you to be happy and feel loved — is everything i could ask for. through all the beautiful things we once had, i’ll let you go.

so how are you? how’s your mom and dad? you okay with them? and your nephews? they’re getting smarter, right? and how about your dogs? you still play with them, don’t you? your grades? are they okay? are you struggling with math just like i do? and how about you? is everything getting better? are you happy, love?

— that’s all the questions i wish i could ask to you if we’re able to talk right now.
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By: Aghor Baba
Tags: Love Letters

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THE FACE THAT HEALED THE SICK!!!
Tags: Love Letters, Relationships, Love, Lovestory

THE FACE THAT HEALED THE SICK!!!

So myself and hubby met in FUTA, I was doing predegree then and he was in 200L, at the time, I had a friend Vikky whom I frequently visited in her lodge. It also happened that his friends also lived in that same lodge.

So it happened that there was this particular one amongst his friends whom I took as a big brother. This brother ehn, God bless his heart, he would visit us in class to ask what we would eat when we get home and prepare it before our arrival.

So, there was this particular day, we were about to write our PDS final exam and I was sick naso this fine bobo entered the room( mind you he has been asking my friend about me but she didn't tell me because she knew his ex and told him to waka pass)

When I saw him like this ehn, seriously, I became well, long story short he went to the pharmacy to get me drugs to take😋😋 sorry before that I went to his friend's room. That's how he gave me an assignment on d most valuable gem in d world not knowing hunku was shooting his shot.....it was years later he told me the answer to that, yes you can guess the answer.

When we met we had so many hurdles to jump, one of it was his ex, after calling off the relationship the lady wouldn't budge. Everyone knew about their relationship, so when we started I felt somehow as they were level mates and so on, another one was girls, u know say e be fine bobo so they were all around him and before we met he was a player, himself and his twin brother.

Another one s that I'm stubborn like a bull, I don't like players, I was also into a relationship then, all in all we overcame our issues. Did I mention we dated for 5 years? He helped me in my academics and I will always be greatful for that.

My partner is a very great person in and out, I've never met anyone more understanding and compassionate, loving, kind, in short he's d best.

Then like a month to my final year exam he was like babe let's do our intro, trust me d first thing that came to my mind was money but after so many deliberations we went ahead...seriously when I took him home to show my parents, my dad called me aside and told me that he didn't think I will be patient up to that moment that he was thinking by 200L I would have carried my bags but I surprised him.

Mind you despite our issues we knew deep in our minds that we were heading down the aisle, so any issues we had we would find solutions anyhow.

After the intro naso oga told me by Dec let's have our wedding, I was like lets calm down, let's do it small small, he said no that let's not waste time joor, so many things happened that I can't go into details but to God be the glory a month after my finals we had our wedding, but I stood my ground that we will wait a year before getting pregnant😁😁 and exactly a year......
*A Letter from my heart*
By: Gayatri Dhavalshankh
Tags: Love Letters, Boyfriend, Support, Motivation, Love

*A Letter from my heart*

Hey,

I know the time’s slipping away & there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it. The constant fear of losing you haunts me every second.

It’d be better if we were beavers or geese for an instance, do you know they mate for life? I wonder how that must feel to have an assurance of not losing a person you love to someone else?

You have a heart crystal clear like water, that I know for sure. But I don’t want it to slip through & spill, that’s not the strength of water right, that’s the way we judge it. I want you to be the water which is so mighty to change the course of the river to cause floods, which brings about tides so huge to destroy a whole country, a water which holds ships & submarines & a whole different world within.

I want you to be the virtue yearning me to stay with you forever. I know it’s been hard for you these days, but the sun does always rise after a ghastly night.

Life seems to be doomed right now, I know it does. But don’t lose hope, don’t give up, not yet.

The best view comes after the hardest climb, doesn’t it? The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Let’s take that step together, shall we?

Rome wasn’t built in a day, & so is not our life. Let’s build an empire with the same bricks life’s being throwing at us. The problem is that we invest all our life’s energy in building many strong walls, but we forget to build enough bridges.

You know a relationship is like building a house, build it well, or it will collapse. And we can build this together, stand strong forever, nothing will ever stop us. I can’t promise to fix all your problems, but I can promise you won’t face them all alone. We go together like stethoscope🩺 & apron🥼, cupcakes🧁 & frosting🍦, salt🧂 & pepper🌶, chaha☕ & chapati🥖🤭, parle-G🍪 & paani🍶 🤭.

We happen to be two damaged people, trying to heal each other. We’re a team, whatever you lack, I got you. We will balance each other. Minor setback? Guess we’ll make a major comeback. Bad day? Well I promise you a better night. You need support, I’ll be your backbone. I’ll keep you motivated & at the top always. As long as you appreciate me and remain consistent, you don’t ever have to doubt my loyalty. You got me. I got us.

Love you forever and ever. We’re kindered spirits, remember? You & me are perfect for each other never believe anything else. I do love you for who you are, but more than that for the person I’m when I’m with you. You’re mine & only mine, all rights reserved❤️
Nine days.
Tags: I Miss You, Long Distance, Love Letters, Long Distance Love

Nine days.

Nine days since we said goodbye at the airport, amid the crowd wishing their loved ones a safe flight, a successful life, a brilliant school year, and all good things that are usually said in those circumstances.

Nine days since I last held your hand. A simple gesture I never was comfortable with before you, yet one that I now find myself longing for.

Nine days since our last hug, one of my favorite things ever, and it'll be too many days still before I find comfort in your arms again, before I get to feel safe, loved and cherished in your embrace.

Nine days since that last forehead kiss, making my heart melt. Such an innocent, cute and adorable way to show each other we care, that I’m missing so much it hurts.

Nine days I've only seen that heart-stopping smile of yours in pictures and videos, those dimples that would make any girl go crazy and those intense eyes that can lit up with mischief through a phone screen.

Nine days I've been asked by people how I feel, if I am okay, if you are okay. I've been told too many times that a year goes fast, that we'll make it through, that it's okay to cry, that they love me and are there for me, that I'll be okay, that you'll be alright.

Nine days I've compulsively checked my phone in the hope that you sent me a message, while knowing full well that you're quite busy and will be busier still.

Nine days I've cycled through emotions like a kaleidoscope through images. One moment I'm perfectly fine, next I'd feel so low and then I'd be grinning like a loon.

Nine days and I've never wanted to be with someone this much. Your company never tires me like so many do. In fact, I always feel better when I'm with you.

Nine days I've tried to keep as busy as possible, because everytime I get to think makes me hyper aware of the fact that I'm missing you like crazy, and threatens to open the floodgates again.

Nine days I've been doing my best to stay strong, because you need me to, because I don't want you to worry about me, because I'm "the strong girl", we say jokingly.

Nine days I can't do more than continually encourage you, try to make you feel less alone so far from home, listen to your tales of woe and do my best to make you smile. It saddens me that I can't do more to help you.

Nine days. It has only been nine days and yet, it felt like forever already. I just hope that the next three hundred and fifty plus days will go fast so that I can have you with me again.
My Wife Becomes My Daughter.
By: Blessed Marriages
Tags: Love Letters, Traumatic Brain Injury, Marriage, Love, Relationships

Welcome to my life: Living with a Traumatic Brain Injury.

This woman right here is not my daughter, she’s actually my wife.

However, when she woke up from a 21 day coma three years ago, due to a traumatic brain injury she became like my daughter, she came back to life with a childlike personality, so gentle, so fragile and so innocent with not a single drop of evil in her heart, nothing but full of love and care.

Due to the brain injury, she completely forgot everything, including who I was, to the point of believing that I was her actual father and calling me “Daddy” every time she would see me.

Every day I would spend my time feeding her, helping her get dressed, helping her brush her teeth, bathing her, learning the ABC, counting numbers and learning all about animals, taking care of her injuries, cleaning her feeding tube, and yes washing her and changing her diaper as well.

I’ve never had a daughter before, but if I did, I’m sure this would be it.

I’m one of the very few men in the whole world who has gotten the PRIVILEGE of getting to know their wife in a COMPLETELY different level.

Baby, due to this experience I’ve gotten to know you in a WHOLE different way, a new dimension of love, more INTIMATE, and I can truly say that I’ve gotten to know every single part of you physically, mentally and emotionally and because of this my love for you has GROWN TREMENDOUSLY, we have gotten to a level that not so many couples are able to reach, a level that so many can only dream of, baby this was the Blessing in disguise!

At one point in our marriage I was forced to become like your father, but I’m ready to be your husband once again and be that couple we once were and have those amazing adventures we used to have!

Daisy Anahi Arias do you accept and take me as your husband for the second time?
Love Letter (1)
By: Yuanita Amalia
Tags: Love Letters

To, my dearest person

I fall in deep with your love,

I fall in deep in love with all the things you have said and done,

I fall in deep in love from your head to your toes,

I fall in deep in love with you and i can’t resist even control it, nor everyone can change it

Please don’t worry with all the things that everyone told you about me. Even if that’s true, and it hurt you in fact, I’m sorry, I’ll take the blame. But you have to know, I’m not that person anymore, not after I got this feelings that lives in me, that feelings that you gave me. Everything different now, Love.

Thank you for giving this feeling,

The best love,

The kind of feeling that awaken my soul and makes me want to reach for more,

This feeling that plants a fire inside my heart that’s always keeps me warm and always bring peace to my mind,

That’s what feeling you given me, and that’s what feeling that I hope I could give to you, forever and always.

I never know how to plant anything before,

But I don’t know, my love for you grows bigger and stronger everyday. I love you, Love

From;

your numer one lover, who always craving for your lips
Might As Well Write A Song
By: Harvest Moon
Tags: Love Letters, Nostalgia, Lyrics, Romance, Songwriting

Caught on the periphery

Of what I want and where to be

Do you know what I mean?

Taking what’s in front of me

Like my life has come to be

In this turnstile, I’ll reconcile

That windy night

In that ancient city

It was just meant to be

And it’s all

Better than I could’ve predicted

That morning you lifted me from my sleep

And then you were suddenly gone

But I know it wouldn’t be long

Because who are we kidding?

We couldn’t divide it

With the sharpest of knives

And our love there on the sidelines

Like an old arborist with no signs of any sells

But a sign with cracks from top to bottom

But in our desperation

The full moon peaking through the clouds

Shows a light sometimes that’s more beautiful

Than if we could see the full picture

And our exposure

We lay in darkened drawers

So the light of day won’t ruin our image

But we both know it’s developing

And when we open that drawer

We’ll put it out and see

How beautiful it can all be in the light of day

But in the meantime

While we wait for the time to let us be

I guess I might as well write a song
Love as Fate and Love as Choice
By: Letters To My Wife
Tags: Love Letters, LGBTQ, Relationships Love Dating

Darling,

As we live in the middle of a storm made of your late pregnancy, my job applications for any tenure track job in the country, and my torn Achilles tendon, I find myself reflecting on the crux of what makes it all possible to endure. Our relationship, or rather, how it has changed over time.

We often talk about how it took the most unusual circumstances for us to meet. Looking back on that day, encountering each other on that mountain so far away from our homes felt almost cosmic. Like the universe had to hand-pick its particles, calculate their trajectories, and cross its fingers as it sent us flying towards each other from different parts of the world. I think we had to be the bravest versions of ourselves at that point in our lives just to get there. Meeting you felt like destiny. How rare and beautiful it was to encounter you was so apparent to me the night we spent talking under the stars. Those hours and hours made me want to live forever just to talk to you. It’s hard to believe we were there for only a total of four nights. Maybe it was the way you asked if you could kiss me. But meeting you there for that brief moment was all it took for me to feel like there was an end to my loneliness. I was young, newly gay, and you made me finally feel like the horizon bore the lightning of possible love.

Now, it is different. Meeting each other felt destined. But we left that mountain thinking we would never see each other again. I don’t think our relationship after that point was necessarily meant to be. No amount of celestial architecture could puppet us into living the life we live together now. It was a conscious decision to fly towards each other again. Now, we choose each other, again and again, every day. We choose a life of us. Sometimes it is hard and it hurts to choose each other. Sometimes it’s the most natural thing to do. But it always feels like I belong with you; that I am supposed to be here with you. Maybe it is the repetition of choice that makes it feel like fate. I don’t know if there was a particular moment when I knew I loved you or that you loved me. But there are echoes of it everywhere. You stop what you’re saying, and say you can see it in my eyes that I want to kiss you. I look at photos of us, and wonder when we started smiling the same way. We’ve done it so many times now, chosen each other. It feels like I blinked and before I knew it, you were buried in my ribs. When I can summon the world to be still and quiet for a moment, I can feel my skin vibrate as if it realizes it is not touching you.

You’re in the bedroom sleeping as I write this. I miss you now, so it’s time for me to join you.