While It Lasts
To whom it may concern—love letter
“My next story will be about us”
“I’ll impatiently wait for your new story‘s notification”
There’s so much I could write about us, yet I don’t seem to find the words to express myself to you, to them. As short as the time we spent together, I learned your way. I saw you.
As long as I remember, I couldn’t touch or let no one touched my hand the way I let you do. With you, I could feel again; I believed again; I want more again.
Funny thing is—you don’t like the thought of change, yet that’s why we were together again. I changed to be with you, and I love that.
I am loving the sight of what we have. I love my feelings and the person that I am with you. I am brighter and maybe a little more joyful than usual—it’s perfect.
I read an article that says “ The season doesn’t reopen wounds—it reveals the ones that never fully closed,” —F.M Rayaan, I have to accept that I revealed my wounds you caused to you, and by doing so, I gave you a small piece of myself.
It‘s winter, and I love you!
I know what I said… yet I guess you need to be happy with my love letter. Let’s be ourselves to each other while it lasts.
About the Creator
Semra Laureen Hill Jean
I am a woman with dreams. Whether for hobby, passion, or purpose, I will become a writer you won’t forget. My stories tell your stories and speak with purpose — to captivate your soul.
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