Dear Anne,

I am on my way to you. I have waited for this time to come; for me to take every mile closer and closer to you. It will take some time, to cover the distance that has been deafening me for the past 6 months. The distance that made me yearn for you more and more, the distance that never was a wall that was not meant to be torn down by the love that I feel for you.

I am on my way home. And I will be proving myself, you and us of what I can do to save us. Because I know that we can triumph through this. I know we will continue with a new chapter in our lives, intertwined with hands locked together... like always.

You are always loved, Anne. Please wait for me.

Yours and only yours always,
Mims

Sometimes
you just do
the irrational,
unthinkable,
unfathomable -
to take a risk
and find yourself
on your way back to home.

You step out of the comfort zone
and leap with both feet
to see
if you were really
made to fly.

I am flying home for you, Anne. Just a few more.

Yours and only yours,
Mims

The most beautiful feeling
is being the last person
to see you before you sleep,
the first as you wake up
and even the only one to witness
the in between.

And soon,
with high hopes,
it will be more beautiful.
For I will be able
to sleep
and wake up
where you are...
And hold your hand
in the in between. :)

Just a few more, Anne. I am coming home for you.

Yours and only yours,
Mims

Dear Anne,

Here I am again; found myself crying at 12noon because of my heart's whispers. It isn't whispering now, though. It is screaming, it's crying out for help. Yet it seems like it is not heard.

And yes, this heart is stubborn. This heart will endure. And this heart is scheming another leap, forgetting everything else, at least for now, for you.

I am almost there, Anne. Please... Wait for me. :(

You are always loved.

Yours only,
Mims

My heart silently whispers
-with hope and courage -
that someday, we will be able to say:


"It has been a tough chapter
of our lives,
but we made it through."


We will make it through, Anne.

Yours and always yours,
Mims

Because with you,
it feels like
a cup of coffee
on a snowfall morning.

Makes my heart race
warms me up inside
and each drop
stains the inside
of the very inside of me.

And most of all
its taste
and smell
lingers
and reminds me of home.

Today, the only phrases
that can encapsulate
the thousands of emotions and thoughts I feel inside are:

I am hurting.
It is painful.
But I try harder.
I endure.
And I love more.

Always Anne. Always.

Yours and only yours,
Mims