I miss you…

Dear …,

Every night as I scroll through our old conversations, I recollect you. I am drawn back to the warmth and kindness you once gave me. It feels as though I am holding fragments of a time when your presence lit up my world. For a fleeting moment, I am back again in the memories we created together…

The past blooms in my mind, radiant and full of life. I remember the laughter we shared, the tranquility where words were unnecessary, and the way your voice carried a mellifluous symphony that only my heart could hear. It was in you that I found a solace I never knew I needed, a love that felt both eternal and fragile, like the fleeting beauty of spring.

You were always there when I needed you, like the glow of a lighthouse guiding me through a tempestuous storm. You endured my tantrums with quiet patience, no matter how naive or unreasonable they were. In the moments when my world felt unsteady, you stood firm—a quiet strength I could rely on. How could I ever forget the way you became my anchor, my sanctuary?

There was a time when you held our love high, letting it shine for the world to see. You laughed, saying it was all in jest, but I saw something deeper in your eyes, a quiet confession you didn’t dare speak aloud. Perhaps it was just a fleeting moment to you, but to me, it was everything.

I fell for you then, deeply and irreversibly, as if your words and actions had woven themselves into the very rhythm of my heart. Even now, I can’t untangle myself from the memory of you. You called it a joke, but for me, it was an unspoken promise, a glimpse of a forever I so desperately wanted to believe in. While you laughed, I was falling, deeper and deeper, into the infinite depths of you.

I wish I could be your tears, so I might be born from the depths of your soul, only to trace the gentle curves of your face—to feel your warmth, to cradle your emotions, to be the silent witness of your joy and sorrow.

I wish I could be your clothing, wrapped around you like a quiet embrace—to rest against your heartbeat, to feel the rise and fall of your breath, to be closer to you than even the wind that whispers through your hair.

Now, in your absence, I find myself turning to Shakespeare’s sonnet, seeking solace in his immortal words:

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”

There are moments when I wonder if you ever look back. Do you think of the love we shared, or has it become a faint echo in your memory?

I don’t know if these words will ever reach you, but if they do, let them remind you of what we once were. Let them be the whisper of a love that still lives—quiet but unyielding—in the shadowed corners of your heart.

Loved,

Gilbert