i don’t know what to write. or what to tell you. but i know it’s about time i start writing about you, us. they say that people stop writing for two main reasons, its either they’re really happy or broken beyond repair. in this case, i suppose i’m happy. i’m over the moon. i live in my own world that consists of days full of you. days where i fall asleep to the thought of you and dream about you and wake up finding you there, sending me a casual morning text that seems like the loveliest gesture to me. i’m so in love with you that i’m speechless. i can’t find the words that would perfectly capture my feelings for you. nothing could ever do you justice. i wish i could write more, i wish i could tell the world how you’ve made me the happiest person during a time where i thought i’d feeling nothing for the rest of my life. i wish i could let them know. but you see, maybe that’s the whole point, maybe no one needs to know. it’s just us, my love, and everything else is a blur. you exist in each and every part of me. you are the reality of everything, the one thing that keeps me going. in all my life i would have never imagined to meet someone like you. i would’ve laughed at the thought of it. but now even the most impossible thoughts seem possible with you. for that, and for many other reasons, i love you.

my love, this isn’t it. there’s more to say and more to write, but everything comes in the most unexpected way, at the most strangest time. for now, i could only tell you that you grew to be a part of me. you live in my heart and wander around my thoughts. you’ve made yourself at home within me. and god, i hope you stay.