letter to my unknown lover

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 I woke up and I'm feeling this huge emptiness, anxiety and yearning for my beloved. 

I miss you so much I wish you were here, so I didn't feel not as lonely as I feel now. I want to meet you, talk to you, wake up beside you , cook for you and when we are sitting and enjoying tea, I tell you about my past and my present and what I feel about future. 

I want my emptiness filled with you touch, caresses, cuddles and affection, my anxiety to be calmed by the hug of your assurance and my desire to be desired be achieved by the way to treat me and you telling me it's okay to want this all and I deserve this without being judged. You are with me and you will always be and try your best to be my best . 

And when you tell me something that makes you vulnerable I wanna kiss you gently on your forehead and wrists and make you known to the fact that I'm for here you always, I will be the shoulder you can lean on and the arms you can break into after a long day. I will care for you like you are the most precious and fragile thing I own. You are a part of my life that I will never wanna lose and I won't be judging, seeing your naked thoughts. I will treat you as a royalty, I will give my everything, I will respect you and will do anything for you because I know so will you.

You will be the one to make me feel whole again not because you will be filling those gaps but you will help me to fill those gaps of emptiness. Wherever you are and whatever you are doing, I hope you are doing well and good. Be healthy and take care (and come in my life as soon as you can. I miss you)

- Letter to my unknown lover

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