Dear…..,

I am inspired by the great men that wrote letters to their lovers. Back then you can mail out letters in hopes they will receive them but now, with the technology we possess, it seems odd to do that. Writing an email can be seen as stalking rather than romantic.

Does it mean that tangible things are more valuable? Does it mean that it will not mean as much?

I remember the day I had to throw all the cards you wrote to me. How much you stated you loved me and prayed to God to bless us and be with us, but that’s all gone now. I remember two years ago exactly, getting ready to leave your place, I was packing my things and moving back to my city. I knew then what was to come and a month later exactly, you ended things.

In two days it will mark the last time I ever hugged and kissed you. I wonder sometimes if you ever look at the dates and remember me. What was supposed to be our anniversary and what was the date we ever saw each other. The pain is there still but I don’t remember your face as much anymore. I used to fixate my eyes on every line on your face, touching and feeling the bumps that shaped your head. I drew you in my head and I can still draw you on paper, but the picture has faded. I only remember certain parts, but I can still draw your eyes. I knew I needed to look at you closely as I knew the world is always expanding and separating. And we did.

But….I hope to see your eyes again.