love letter to the future

It’s three in the morning and I can’t sleep. Not because I’m not tired, but because I don’t want to. Because my head is filled with thoughts of you – fragments and feelings, touches and tastes. Dreams can’t compare to that.

It’s funny, the way you’ve affected me. You’ve written all over my heart. In ink. Unerasable, unchangeable. And now the ink is spilling out of my fingers, onto the page, in messy words that just keep trying to tell the perfect story. And I’ll keep trying.

I know I’m by myself right now. And (to state the obvious) nobody really likes being alone. But my heart’s covered in your ink, and my notebooks are filled with your story, and I’m going to take a deep breath. And smile. I’ll face my life with eyes full of sky and a bag full of dreams, and I’ll shine so brightly that you won’t be able to miss me. And if you don’t find me, I’ll find you.


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