Love letter # 417

My love for you is almost entirely imagined. It exists in the velvety realm between fantasy and despair. Silly ideas and simple facts. It brings them together. Tears them apart.

And who knows what else?

Because you certainly haven’t noticed.

Perhaps one day you will stop – and there will be that moment. The one in which we will both know.

Until then, I shall render the entire scene in daydream. Over and over…until it comes out just right.