Dearest,
I had a choice when I wrote this letter. I had a choice to make it generic, unassuming, and ever so safe. I had a choice to say "Hi, how are you?", or even just a simple "What's up with you?". But in the end, I chose not to. Instead, I chose to share a piece of me with you - a piece of my thoughts, a piece of my mind. Dearest, I chose to share a dream with you.
I dreamed of a man with the smile of a god. It was a smile that defied the elements, a smile that was the world itself. It was a smile that stopped time, made the Earth stand still, let my heart skip a beat. With that smile, I was gone. I had fallen, and I was lost. Yes, that smile alone brought the end of my life as I knew it.
I dreamed of a man whose kiss awakened me. It was the kiss of a prince to a sleeping princess, enough to rouse every nerve, every cell from a slumber so deep that consciousness seemed but a distant memory. I was asleep - blissfully unaware and detached from the world. With a single kiss, my pulse was quickened; my senses, heightened to levels previously unknown. From a kiss, my heart felt pure joy and ecstasy and love.
And finally, I dreamed of a man who rode off into the sunset, while I watched from afar. My heart knew I was never to see him again, yet still I remained hopeful, ever steadfast in my love for him. He was never mine, yes. But I, I will always be his.
Yes, dearest. After all this time, I still dream of you. I know you're happy and well, and I know I need not ask. And I know I chose well because even if you're long gone from my life, I want you to know that you are not forgotten. In my dreams, you are by my side again. In my dreams, you are mine again. In my dreams, you never left.
Dearest, in my dreams, you will love me forever.
Yours