Where does my love go? Does it reach you, or does it float away like a leaf in the wind? If my love could reach you, would you accept it? If my love for you was carried away by the wind, would you go find it? All these feelings that I have for you, I can only express them on this paper, and with little space, I tell you how I feel, is it enough? Will all the words that I wanted to say get across to you my love. Sometimes my tears erase my feelings off the paper, and at that moment, where do my feelings go? Do they evaporate into the air, reaching the sky? Or do they just dissolve, and go nowhere? I need my letter to reach you because I can't. It's so hard to send this letter, not knowing that it will get to you, is the reason why I have so many letters on my desk now. If my letter does arrive, will I get a reply? What will you do with my feelings? Will you learn to understand them, and accept them? Or will you cast them away into the wind, allowing them to be returned to its sender? I don't want my letter back, I want you to treasure it like you would treasure your last breath. Can you respond to these feelings, my love? Will you allow your feelings to take control of your writing, or will you just tell me what I want to hear. I need to know these things, why can't I just ask you, I think it's because I'm more vulnerable in a letter, it's like the letter is my shield, from pain, from love. Pain that I would receive if you couldn't accept my love, and the love I receive may be too much for me to handle, that it causes me pain. Either way, the letter protects me from the changes in the weather. It doesn't tell me whether it's going to be cloudy, or very sunny, but at least when that day comes, I'll have everything I need, for the very sunny days, or the very chilly days. Have you prepared yourself, my dear? For the changes in the weather? What if one day my letter strikes you like lightning, how are you going to respond to that? How will you protect yourself? Will you write a letter to protect you from the rain, or will you dispose of my letter, and let it hit the ground as if it was raining hell. My feelings are meant to reassure you that you can handle a little rain, you can handle a little heat. What's the purpose of your letters? Can you predict the storms, my love? If you know of the weather ahead of time, will you still weather the storm? I weather the storm with the thought that you will respond to my love, even if your letter is brought to me back through the ocean, I will know that you made sure that all the waves will reach me, that when the letter crashed into a rock, you found a way to get it back on course. It may be a while, but I will receive my letter, and when I do, our love will be remembered once more. It will be just like the day I remembered your voice, it was a faint whisper in the wind, but it was noticeable enough to know you were trying to reach me. The love between a sender and recipient is indescribable.

When do you know you love someone? When the thought of them not only brings you happiness, but it also brings you pain? When seeing them makes you forget about your troubles, and focus on this "temporary" freedom you have when your around them? When their pain becomes your pain, their happiness makes you happy, and their motivation, motivates you to do better. Is love supposed to feel like your brain is non existent, and your heart makes you do things you wouldn't normally do. It's like this feeling makes me want to do things I shouldn't, makes me want to say things I thought I would never say, and act in ways I would never act. What is love? Is love supposed to make you think of you and this person having a future together? Sharing a home, a family, a life together, is this what that is? Is love supposed to be a scary feeling? Love, is it not only a beginning, but an ending to something so breathtaking... It's like my thoughts, get carried away in the wind, getting jumbled between leaves, leaving my heart confused. Should I follow the rush of wind, or should I follow the falling leaves?

Does love have a time limit? It's told that the average person should know their partner on a basic level three months in the relationship, this doesn't mean you love them in three months. This is just a guide to see if your partner paid attention to the wind and the falling leaves, and to see if you did the same. What comes after that? Comfortability, introducing parents, family, close friends. Does this being you one step closer to love? When you can do things you usually don't do around others, around them, when you remember the small things, which makes it a big thing. When their parents remember your name, because you are talked about a lot, when their siblings can enjoy your company just as much you enjoy theirs.

You see, the wind has no compass, for you and your partner are the guide. So the wind can go in any direction, forward, or backwards. But just because you go backwards, that doesn't mean love has to end, it just means that the partners have to get the wind back on track. With the wind constantly moving, it gives room for feelings to grow. Like leaves that grow on a tree, not all feelings remain, some good, some bad, falling to the ground, remaining their. You can turn anew leaf, you can feel stronger, but is this love? Does love make you want to make your partner breakfast, have karaoke nights, go out on dates, have a vacation, or can you just do this with someone you like?

When does this feeling occur? How do you know you truly love someone? When they are all you can think about? When you can't help but want to talk to them or about them all the time? When you worry to much about them, that it makes your stomach hurt? When you are finally around them, and you don't want to leave their side?

When is the right time to tell someone you love them? When it's been a year? A decade? Longer? Maybe even shorter then that? How do you say it? Do you say it directly? Or do you just show it through your actions? What is love?