Letters that will not arrive. [01]

I love you, you don't know how much I do, I love you so much that it hurts my soul to think about the simple fact of your departure.

I love you as much as the moon loves the sun; like a drug addict to his drug; like a painter to his muse; like a collector to his collection.

There are so many ways to tell you "I love you", and I do it secretly for fear that you won't like what I write or you simply won't be interested in knowing that I love you too much.

Your eyes are like black coffee in the morning; strong, warm...

Your lips are like a sweet milk; soft, intoxicating...

Your love is like a journey with an uncertain ending; I don't know when it will end, but it's so exciting that I don't care about anything else.

I love you, and I'm afraid to express it, my heart was broken so many times that I'm afraid of the simple fact of giving it away once again...

-Snowball.