Indescribable

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.

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