I hope you haven't grown tired of my letters?
I know I write too often, but your absence has created a hole these words only attempt to fill.
Is your memory of me as vivid as the one I have of you?
Or have I become a part of the past that will never be remembered?
Forgive me for acting like a child, but emotions such as these have a way of rolling back the years.
I am lonely only for you.
I had a dream last night, as real as the both of us, in which I felt the strands of your hair caress my cheeks.
And goosebumps plagued my skin when we touched.
I woke up to find your side of the bed warm, as though you just left.
Did you pay me a visit during the night?
Why didn't you stay till I woke my dear?
Or has your absence finally driven me mad?
My prayers are filled with mentions of your name.
All I know is you.
All I want is you.
All I'll ever want is you.
Yours always,
Ade.
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