Dear Callumz,
I'm lying awake in bed. I have a thick layer of blankets covering me and the yellowish light of my bedside lamp illuminating my room. I can hear the rhythmic ticking of my clock and this periodic sound of wheels rushing against the road. The smell of the paperback tucked under my arm makes my eyelids heavy and relaxed.
I can hear you breathing, too. Occasionally you'll speak, murmuring something I barely hear but that warms my heart anyway. Only trouble is, I can't see you, and I can't feel your fingers entwined with mine.
That's all I want right now.
Love always,
Kaiteh.
Dear Kaiteh,
ReplyDeleteSome nights, you can only see the text I write.
Some nights, you can hear me.
Some nights, you get to see me, and hear me...
And it's the same with me...
But every day I wake up and get to do anything with you, it makes me happy... I love just...being with you...I love it... Probably because I love you.
More than anything.
Love always,
Callumz.