Hey Puppy,

I write these words tinged with sadness, as sometimes at night my mind drifts to sorrowful thoughts. I suppose that's when the silence of the evening allows my mind to play its games.

I know that sometimes I can be foolish, writing things that I shouldn't, driven by fears of continuing to lose. Perhaps it's true, perhaps not, but it's how I feel.

"Sometimes it's hard to imagine you're not here with me, not by my side.
Sometimes it's hard to imagine you're not conversing with me but with someone else.
Sometimes it's hard to imagine someone else holding you and kissing you, and that it's not me."

I think of you every second. I miss you every second. I love you every second.

But these are mere thoughts, absent in the daylight, yet sometimes, just sometimes, they appear at night in the darkness.

I know I shouldn't let these thoughts overpower me, but at times they feel unavoidable. They are fears, insecurities; everything is built, everything can be destroyed if one is not careful. But I don't want it to be destroyed, I want it to be built.

I love you, I miss you, I think of you.

I desire you as if it were the very first day.

With love,

Published on 10/08/2023