I sit here waiting for you. The pain of sitting in silence knowing I could be somewhere else right now is agony. But I sit still, wondering where you are, if you are waiting too. The voices around me pervade the silence of my heart. Its beats stutter when I hear mention of your name, smell the cologne you favour or if I am lucky enough to hear the soft lilts of your voice.
A montage of memories flash before my eyes, lifting a smile to my lips and tears unhindered fall shamelessly. I know you feel it – the pain of our separation. Months, years, centuries could pass and the pain would remain constant. As constant as my love for you.
My skin craves your touch and my lips ache for yours to cover them in an endless kiss. My hands shake, wanting to feel your strength against me, crushing me to you in your loving embrace. Heat rushes through my cheeks as I reminisce our nights of passion together. My companions think I am ill but I know what ails me. Missing you. Loving you. Wanting you.
I end this letter with the hope, the need for you to reply and put me out of my misery. Return to me. Leave your life and escape. Say yes!
PS. I challenge you, my fellow bloggers to send your reply to this letter!