Something about this feels right, something about you makes me gravitate towards you, it makes me hurdle towards the inevitable.

The way I look at you, when you are in your own world, imagining the impossible and bringing to life, fragments of your neurotic pulses.

Being in love is a gift, amazing and painful, daunting and fruitful, don't take it for granted, the ability to love after hurt is rare but can be learned.

I love with a language as fierce as a black fist, as warm as a grandmother's love, as bright as a child's imagination and as bold as the sun.

I will adorn you like the stars adorn the evening sky, I will love you like Sol loves Luna, I will follow you to the ends of the Universe, I will pray for you even when you don't know God and his voice. I will break my back to put a smile on your face because I am a giver and I don't know how to recieve.

To my fellow givers, you will find that one person who just puts effort into forcing you to recieve their love, to my fellow givers, let's learn to recieve but let's learn to stop giving when love is no longer being offered, to my fellow givers, you can't keep giving and not recieving, love is a two way street.

To my future lover, I'm hurt, broken, bruised and traumatized but I am trying, trying to become the best version of myself for us, I have imagined our wedding and our life together, don't hurt me, all I beg is that you don't hurt me, don't make me love you when you can't love me back.

This letter is addressed to the dreamers, the givers and the lovers.