Sent 29th of September.
Hello. I've tried writting this letter like four times already. If this parragraph keeps going it means I finally managed to get something finally done, and so you should congratulate me. Let's say, with croissants and coffee, sometime?
Well, on with the letter: I love how you say my name, for starters. I like the way it rolls off your toungue. It's such a nice name coming out of your mouth.
Such privilege, to be called so tenderly by the sun itself. Call me a sap but that's all it comes to mind when I think about you right now. You are always making me laugh and feel warm inside. You HAVE to be the sun! Or you are, at least, to me.
You and your opinions matter a lot. You make me feel special, and kind, and loving and all things I don't really feel like myself at all. I'm such a simple being living on this land, with nothing to hold onto or to look for. I don't crave understandings but you still give your attention to me in such a luxurious way it makes my heart ache.
I wanted to let you know that, and so many other things, but this letter would turn into a book if I keep writting about you. Do as you please with this information, just please..
Please... Be kind to my heart.