My Love — Take My Breath Away

(a letter I never dared to send)

My dearest love,

There are nights when I sit alone, the world fallen silent,
and the only sound is the echo of your name inside my chest.

I watch you — always watching.
Each movement of yours is a ripple across the surface of my heart.
You turn, you smile, you speak, and without knowing, you undo me.

I am trapped in this foolish lover’s game, one I never meant to play.
But each time I vow to walk away,
I find myself turning and returning
to this secret place inside me where only you live.

There, my love — no shame exists.
There, we are nothing but soul and breath and longing.

I wait for you.
I wait through days heavy with hours, through nights painted with stars I cannot count.
Still anticipating you.
Still believing, foolishly, that fate would bring us to the same shore.

Do you know that when you look at me — really look —
the world stops breathing?

I lose myself.
And if for a moment you would whisper, “Take my breath away,”
I would offer it, gladly.
For I have no greater joy than to be undone by your love.

I have watched you slip away through the hourglass of my life.
Each grain of time a tiny death,
each one falling with the weight of a thousand unsaid words.

And when life shattered the mirror between us,
I called your name through the fragments.
If only for today, if only for one fragile heartbeat —
I would be unafraid to love you.

If only you would say, “My love.”
If only you would ask me to stay.

I am haunted by the notion that somewhere,
our love still burns unseen — a fire waiting for us to be brave.

And though I watch, and wait,
and ache with longing beneath this calm facade,
if you were to turn to me in slow motion — just once —
and say “Take my breath away,”
I would fall into you like a wave meeting the shore.

Again and again.

There is no shame here, love.
Only the endless ache of wanting.

I am yours, as I have always been —
turning and returning, breathless before you.

So if fate allows — even for one day, one hour, one kiss —
Take my breath away.

Yours — always turning, always waiting, always yours.

Onnaya