Letters to U

Dear,

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,

M