Lost Love · 2mo
Hi, Love. I saw your message and couldn’t stop thinking about our kitchen. I’m not the best at writing, but I couldn’t help myself—I had to put together a little piece. I’ll send it to you after this because I want you to be the only one who reads my ugly attempt.
I hope we can meet at the dining table soon. It’s too cold here, and I’ve been craving something warm—something more than just food.
Hello, love. I honestly don't know what to say, but thank you for making me smile since afternoon.. I am flattered and can't keep my smile off my face. (God..) And that's not ugly, never say it's ugly if it happens because of your gentleness. Do I have to kiss it so you can say your writing is pretty? I truly love it. I really love it. Maybe you will be the best-gentle poet I have ever known. And the world should know that you are my boyfriend.
Thank you for taking the time to make such beautiful writing for me. I will keep it for myself. I will treasure every piece you put together. I will not keep you waiting too long, leaving you feeling alone or cold there, the kitchen will not remain untouched because we will make its walls hold our memories and make the kitchen feel warm, more than just food or dinner. I will not ask for more than you and your love, it's enough. And I will walk through the door with a smile and ask you to join me in the kitchen. Another story about us—shall we?
