Post-haste

Dear Love,

You were, easily, my favorite feeling
but
feelings fade, and eventually tire.
I couldn't tell you what I wanted exactly, it's just not that easy.
Still, next time you come my way, these are a few things I desire.

I want him to love me, with such a fierce passion that it's like gravity that pulls me toward him and him towards me. Without me, he should be unable to function. Sleep. Eat. Live.
When he says my name, I want to hear him, miles away, days away, I want his echo to live within me. Sweet Love, please make sure he finds me unparalleled to all others, make sure he see's the sunrise and sunset in my eyes.

Allow us to build a story, worth telling, worth hearing. He should be selfish in his quest for my attention, for my affection. However, he will lead me to my dreams...perhaps, the dreams will swim within him and only my heart will be the key to his Pandora, his heart. Yes, Love, I think that would do nicely. When death comes to our door, our love should linger and whichever is left behind, should never be lonely.

Lastly, I hope you will bring him to me in a timely manner, for I do not wish to waste anymore time in life living void of him.



Respectfully, ever so worshipful, and adoringly,
Your loyal disciple.