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Only Yours, Always

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My Loving Love, I received your letter, and just like you, I’ve been eagerly imagining the day we finally meet. Over the past two days, this longing has only deepened. I keep thinking—how will we meet? Where will we go? What will we do that day? How can we hug each other without being seen/judged by others? It’s a challenge, I know, but one we’ll figure out together. You told me you like Franz Kafka’s words, so you must have read one of his most heartfelt lines. I want to dedicate it to you: "Milena, if a million people loved you, I am one of them. If one person loved you, it was me. If no one loved you, then know that I am dead." That’s how serious I am. That’s how much I love you. I saw your video; the one where you sent me a kiss with the cutest smile and the happiest face. The way you closed your eyes, widened your cheeks a little, and flashed your teeth with that lips’ sound, it was the most adorable smiling kiss I’ve ever seen. I loved your neck in that moment t...

The Center of My World

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  My favorite Franz Kafka once wrote to Milena, “Somehow, I can’t write about anything but what concerns us and us alone, in the middle of the crowded world. Everything else is foreign to me.” And just like him, I feel this world makes sense to me only through you. Everything else feels like distant noise. My heart returns only to one center, again and again. Us. I received your letter when I had just sat down after the day had passed. The world had gone a little quieter. I was finally alone with myself. And then, there it was. Your words waiting for me, like a soft breath I didn’t know I needed. I didn’t just read it once. I read it thrice. The first time to feel your words. The second to feel your silences between them. The third time to feel you alone. There’s something in the way you write that touches me. It feels gentle, like something half-whispered and half-held. It doesn’t shout for attention, it simply arrives and settles into my chest like quiet peace. Like bi...

The Distance Cannot Separate Us

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April 17, 2025  My Dearest, If only you could see yourself through my eyes right now, you would see the warmth of someone deeply loved. Not just missed in moments, but remembered in silences. You would see someone who has become a part of me in such quiet and profound ways. Sometimes I forget where your words end and mine begin because we are more similar than two souls can ever imagine. These past few hours have felt slower. Not because I am impatient, but because I have grown used to the joy your presence brings. The way you would return after some time away, sending a soft "I am back, my love" message. I often miss those little moments. As the rhythm of our days shifts, I have come to realize something deeper. Our love never depended on how often we spoke. It grew because we always knew how deeply we were felt, even in silence. Just as Roger de Bussy-Rabutin said, "Absence is to love what wind is to fire. It extinguishes the small, and inflames the great." It ...