Letters from a hopeless romantic

Letter 2 of too many (fake perspectives, aka this is not real)

Love holds me to you, a love stronger than any other in the world.

In my free time I count your freckles, I recite your words, I find myself in you, it’s you I hope to come towards.

If hope was a person you’d be the living form, your voice guides me blindly through vivid storms. In the darkness there must come out a light, and it’s you who beholds.

Your beauty leaves me stunned, and I see you in all well things in life, yet not even the mountains or the morning sky can compare to your indescribable eyes.

It is in those same eyes I find myself lost, begging for a story you’ve yet told.  I have a selfish need to know of your entire life, and a shameful desire to never let go.

Truly,

a hopeless romantic