The only thing that stops me from coming close to you is the fear of losing you. There are so many times when I have the chance to tell you about my love for you; then you smile and I cannot take the chance to miss that one precious moment just to find an answer to my wandering thoughts.
Do you love me the way I do? I ask this often to myself.
Yours . . .someday,
Difference; a great word to bear
The void separates you from me: this nothingness
What will it take to bridge this gap
But in vain have I devised thousand maps.
How can I cross this chasm when there’s nothing to hold.
A leap of faith is the last hope.
But what is hope when it’s lost?
How can I reach you when you are not waiting on the other side?
When I am not in the vicinity of your sight!
What if I’m lost in the middle of my flight?
What if the distance is too long and the chasm too deep?
I may scream all I want
While you are unaware of my need.
But I’ll still stretch my hand towards you
Maybe you’ll look back and reach out to me.
Someday . . . yours,
//This letter is the property of a close friend of mine//
There must be something between us. Everyday seems the same without you- empty. Everyday with you is the same- beautiful. If only my words had the ability to express how I feel about all the little things that you do for me I think I would dedicate a whole book to it.
My dreams express it better. Yes, you were there today. We were standing where you were singing to me yesterday. I was standing alone on the mountain. The setting moon was in front. then you came flying from the moon. Your foot walked lightly on the petals. You walked towards me . . .
Will you walk to me someday like that? I would smile and let you hold me for yours forever.
Yours . . .someday,
Walking into the deep blue sea I think, maybe now I can feel the way you do. Watching you feel the silence is not enough. I want to hear you whispering to the cold. I want to know how it feels being you, how it feels when my eyes touch you. Those innumerable lines that you dedicate to your unrequited love, I want to be yours in them at least for once.
Yours . . . someday,