Sixty

I've written many love letters before, and this one is about to hit me the hardest. If you love someone, there's no undoing of actions. There is no time machine to rewind past situations and scenarios that intertwine to form a cohesive train of thought.

I wrote:

To whom I most desire,

May your sorrows be faded with ease. For you have garnered favor and praise with how you have been able to handle circumstances with logic and common sense. It is not easy to condemn those with not a single hint of intelligence and a single bit of empathy. Certainly your days will be filled with radiance and color; your sunshine a bit brighter than all the days that have already come to pass. You are the warmth that soothes my shattered heart. As your smile is a token for which people have earnestly tried to steal away from me. You, and only you could steal my breath as you walk through the door, with nothing but a smile on your face and a wink that always suppresses my feelings and emotions. I have been cold for as long as I can remember, but now, I am confident to say that I have grown attached to the sunlight that comes my way whenever you walk past and hand me the reassurance and respect that I never knew that I needed in my life.

With love,