Love letter # 83
If I have called your name out a hundred times it was simply to bring you near, to conjure you out of sound, to have you here once more.
If I have imagined you at odd hours it was only to let this walled up love run, to spend this beauty on you … to pretend.
All because, for a few weeks back then, you loved me and I loved you in return – and just like it says in that song: we were amazing.
I could easily be a fool for saying it but I would still give it all for you.