My message in a bottle...

"Seven years ago, I told you that if you wanted me to stay, I would, but you said that you didn't want to get in the way of my dreams. ...What I was dying to tell you was that you were the dream. You ARE the dream.", you said, right before we said our goodbyes, knowing that in a few hours, minutes, and seconds, you would have to leave yet again.

I wanted to tell you that as I watch waves crash into the shore, I can't help but think how this is exactly like us. You, being the wave and me, being the shore. I wanted to tell you that I moved closer to the beach so that I could go there anytime bringing along with me my memories of you. I wanted to tell you that with every wave that crashes in, I'm imagining that a part of you has come with it.

I wanted to tell you that this is magic. And anything and everything else doesn't and will never come close. The mystery of not knowing when, how, where, but knowing full-well why... I wanted to tell you that inasmuch as I look forward to you, I also look forward to the silences in between, because even in those silences you stay with me like a good dream stays with you when you wake up.

I wanted to tell you that I collect bottles because I place letters in them for you... Hoping that they would travel the seven seas and the lands in between, wishing that when you read them, you would know that I love you with all of my heart and that I am still standing on golden sands watching the ships as they go sailing. Waiting for your road to meet with my shore.

I wanted to tell you that I've listened to all the songs that you've sent me over the years and I keep listening to them over and over again... The lyrics resonate in my mind as I imagine your voice when you sang to me...

I miss your quirks. You do something to me that I can't explain... And knowing that you feel the same is a three-fold utopian dream. I love you.

Dream of me at sea as I dream of you at shore.


As Always,
D.