I Love Handwritten Letters
My Dearest,
As I lie here, the night comes tucking me away under its cloak. All around me is a bittersweet silence. I could drop a pin at this moment, only to hear its resounding echo haunting me. This is the moment I know loneliness.
For two years now, I have embraced being alone. I have enjoyed dancing in my newfound freedom. But, my heart aches. I think of someone who is surrounded by family. The one who speaks to each person in his crossroads. The one who accepts societal views, but knows deep within what a solitary man feels like.
I know his heart best. Mostly, I understand his estranged heart for I have been there. To walk into a room with family expressing our views and be met with a blank stare. Or better yet, a faint mumble.
Those closest to you are all happy with smiles with every trinket you supply them. They absorb the material and treasure it. When all I ever wanted is to know the man on the other side of the trinket.
I can buy myself diamonds, gold, or a treasured book. I don't need a man to do that for me. When I receive the card, the trinket, the gift; I look beyond. To the man who is worthy of love. He is the one who has nurtured my heart, year after year. His love wears a crown in my heart.
To know loneliness when I am truly alone has become my warm blanket. What is unbearable for me is knowing your home is full, but your heart echoes. When I say, I ache for you, I do. It seeps into my veins, courses through my blood, and resonates in my bones.
From zero to three, there is an infinite number of possibilities. Three years, I have been on my own. I don't need possibilities, my heart needs you. With every single beat, I know you understand me. With each tick tock, you are not alone. For, your heart is my heart.
I'm not into social norms. I'm not into yoga. I'm not into wine or pina coladas. But, I am into you.
Written From,
A Romantic Heart
As I lie here, the night comes tucking me away under its cloak. All around me is a bittersweet silence. I could drop a pin at this moment, only to hear its resounding echo haunting me. This is the moment I know loneliness.
For two years now, I have embraced being alone. I have enjoyed dancing in my newfound freedom. But, my heart aches. I think of someone who is surrounded by family. The one who speaks to each person in his crossroads. The one who accepts societal views, but knows deep within what a solitary man feels like.
I know his heart best. Mostly, I understand his estranged heart for I have been there. To walk into a room with family expressing our views and be met with a blank stare. Or better yet, a faint mumble.
Those closest to you are all happy with smiles with every trinket you supply them. They absorb the material and treasure it. When all I ever wanted is to know the man on the other side of the trinket.
I can buy myself diamonds, gold, or a treasured book. I don't need a man to do that for me. When I receive the card, the trinket, the gift; I look beyond. To the man who is worthy of love. He is the one who has nurtured my heart, year after year. His love wears a crown in my heart.
To know loneliness when I am truly alone has become my warm blanket. What is unbearable for me is knowing your home is full, but your heart echoes. When I say, I ache for you, I do. It seeps into my veins, courses through my blood, and resonates in my bones.
From zero to three, there is an infinite number of possibilities. Three years, I have been on my own. I don't need possibilities, my heart needs you. With every single beat, I know you understand me. With each tick tock, you are not alone. For, your heart is my heart.
I'm not into social norms. I'm not into yoga. I'm not into wine or pina coladas. But, I am into you.
Written From,
A Romantic Heart
51-55, F
