Sentiments · Writing True

My Dearest,

There isn’t a day that passes without the thought of you wrapping itself around my heart. The distance between us feels vast, like an endless ocean, but my love for you stretches across it, like a bridge of longing that defies the miles. I find myself constantly reaching for you in my quiet moments—when the world slows down and I’m left alone with my thoughts, it is your face that fills the silence.

I miss the way your eyes light up when you smile, the sound of your laughter that feels like the sweetest melody. The memory of your touch lingers on my skin, a gentle reminder of what I crave most—your presence. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine that you’re here with me, that I can reach out and feel you, that I can breathe you in and let the world fall away.

There’s a part of me that feels incomplete without you, like a piece of my soul is missing, waiting to be made whole again. I long for the day when we can be together, when these letters will be a thing of the past, and I can speak these words to you in person, looking into your eyes and feeling your warmth against me.

Until that day comes, I’ll keep you close in my heart, holding onto the hope that we will be reunited. My love for you is a constant, unwavering force, and no amount of time or distance can diminish it.

Take care, my love. Know that I am with you in spirit, always.

Yours, now and forever

Non-Fiction · Values

The Chains of Cynicism

Cynicism wears a knowing grin,
A mask that hides the rot within.
It tells you all that’s good is fake,
That every smile conceals a snake.

It sharpens words to cut and tear,
Turns trust to ash, leaves hearts threadbare.
A bitter laugh, a cruel jest,
It sours hope within the breast.

No kindness given, none received,
For every truth must be deceived.
It builds a wall, stone upon stone,
Until you’re left to stand alone.

But walls can’t keep the world away,
They only block the light of day.
And in the dark, what do you find?
A prison forged within the mind.

Yet somewhere past those guarded gates,
A brighter world still quietly waits.
So tear the chains, let cynics rail—
In love and trust, we shall prevail.