Love,
We haven’t met, maybe we never will. I don’t know who you are and you don’t know me. And yet, here I am writing you a love letter. A love letter to the void. I do not expect the void to love me back. After all, we do not pick when or who we fall in love with. It just happens, all at once or so slowly that we don’t realize it until it is too late to go back.
Love is a funny thing, isn’t it? Here I am loving the concept of love, not knowing if you even exist, but loving you anyway because that is what my heart has decided to feel. And although we may never met, I will feel your arms around me during long winter nights, your laughter in the breeze, your perfume in each and every one of the flowers I small, your caresses in the warmth of the sunshine. And now and then I will send a kiss with the wind with the hope that sometime, someplace, it will reach you.
Yours,
S
