Letters (1)

Last night, it rained heavily. The windows shouted in rhythm with the wind. I sat by the lamp, waiting— should I call you or let you be? I liked the messages. I liked the feeling. The letters from loveman, a stone’s throw away. In this cold night, in this warm room, I love you today. Tomorrow… my love, the future isn’t clear yet. If not, you are in it. I miss your kisses. I miss the hugs. I miss the whole of you.