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I still love you, you'll always be the best.

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My love, I've wandered throughout the journey that life brings by the day. But never did I once, like this, walk astray. However, it is not dim this meeting, but serendipitous. I quite admit that I fell very far into a new world created by the both of us. An adventure arises. A journey with obstacles yet beauty of all sizes. In serenity I desire to hold you, but I fret so that I can barely even touch you. My sun setting, your sun rising. Your night skies glimmer, but my rays of daylight will shimmer. Closing eyes, ascending to a land were I can touch and hold you close. Having you adore the beauty of my hair with your fingers, I mean not to boast. Our noses touch. Our fingers intertwined. Darling, oh how I love you so very much. Reaching out to brush me fingertips across the apples of your cheek. But then the image becomes awfully meek. And yet again, I wake up, in the light of midnight. The signal is out, and I wonder if you are up and about. I sink back into my sheets, under the cosy blanket are my cold feet. I try to travel to the land where I can see your deep dark eyes, feel your warm large hands and kiss your beaut smile and your soft lips. But I know, that even though it is not presently as crisp. This adoration can excel into the real world. And one day, if the Gods may, I can finally see you in harmony. And when I finally hear you, do I treasure such a euphony.

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Within thy eyes do I become drawn into

Within thy smile do I simply adore

Withing thy voice do I find peace

WIthin thy presence to I find safety

Within thy mind do I become curious

Within thy anger do I become afraid

But within thy soul and appearance, do I fall so deeply in love with and treasure with all I have in this world, the past world and the very next and to the afterlife.

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Dear Ernest, Happy Birthday! I’m sorry I’m unable to buy you a gift at the moment, nor can this letter I’m writing arrive on time. So I’m just typing it through here, hopefully that is okay? I must admit, I know I’ve told you many times before but, I’m so happy to have met you. Quite honestly, meeting you was just about the most beautiful thing that I have encountered in my life. I say this with the purest sincerity, and I hope you believe me. Before I met you, I was in a very dark state. I had little to no motivation to carry out what I truly desired for my future. I felt very lonely. And sad. Then one day this dork sent me a cute little message on Instagram. I actually never knew your name or age until I asked, but to me you drew me in so quickly. I look back at things then and compare them to how far we’ve come, and I always think that it’s one of the most significant and amazing accomplishments I’ve made in my life; falling in love with you. I understand I cry a lot, complain and whine a lot, and that I’m awfully sensitive at times. But I want you to know that under all that, I still love you with all I have and more. You gave me something so special when you stepped into my life. I felt happy for the very first time, as in truly happy. Never in the past did I imagine I could be so attached to someone. I know there are times we fight and it’s not pleasant. But aside from that, I love you. And I will never let you go, ever. It’s hard to believe because I’m still very young, I wouldn’t blame you to think that I am naive. But I’ve made up my mind. And I wouldn’t change it for the survival of the world. I would love more than anything, to marry you, to have a future with you, to wake up next to you, to kiss you, to hold you, to have children with you, to grow old with you and to depart this world into the next with you. I see us a lot, in my dreams that when morning comes, I don’t want to wake up. A knocking sound on the front door whilst I’m in the kitchen, already in adulthood, your soothing voice that warms the very soul I possess as you enter my sight. You coming home to me, my love. Falling asleep with you in the night, intoxicated by your lovely scent as I transcend into my slumber beside you. The feelings of your hands on my skin. I imagine it a lot. Waking up to you every morning, how I’d admire your sleeping self. I would poke your nose, and smile at how cute you are. Besides, I’m positive I’d be the one to wake up, you strike me as a sleepy head. I’d pounce onto you and snuggle you close and bury my face into your chest or your back and press kisses along your skin and make little attempts to wake you up, but you would just take hold of me and cuddle me back to sleep, would you not? I adore the thought of your fingers running through the locks of my hair in the mornings and in the night, the feeling of your lips against mine or my skin, the sound of your voice and the warm touch of your fingertips. Do you know how in love I am with your smile? I rarely see it, but when I do it is the most lovable and handsome thing I have ever settled my eyes upon you. I will never understand why you are so shy about it, but it matters not, since you tend to smile unintentionally sometimes and not realize it, which I adore. I’m sorry if this is a lame Birthday love letter, I’m a lame person. But I’ve decided to make some poems around the page that I hope you will be fond of? I love you so much, Ernest. More than words can ever begin to say. When we meet, you will know. By the look in my eyes when I see you, to the way I would kiss and touch you. You’re my world. And you always will be. With love from your Oinky, Myria.