My Unsent Letter

if i told you how i feel about you, would you return to me? if i told you how badly i've missed you, would you say you've missed me too? answer me, please. if you haven't i will be crushed but all i ever wish for you is to be happy. if you have, then you will have made me the luckiest man or woman alive. what an old cliché it is to say this, but, i truly do believe you are an old soul. cheesy as it may sound, i truly believe it. i don't mean it in a weird way, more of a timeless presence. i feel i have known you in different lives. as if life without you doesn't have an ending. my story without you is one without a climax. you truly are timeless. you are timelessly beautiful. inside and out. your ability to make everyone feel cared for is truly amazing to me, i marvel at your hospitality. even as you are angry or upset, i feel compassion radiate from you. i see you as gentle, although, you might be able to beat me in a fight. gentle as in calm and quiet, something i envy about you. i've come to mirror you in a sense. you make me want to be better, dress nicer, smell good, be organized, just so that you can look at me and be proud. almost everything reminds me of you. suffice to say, everything makes my heart ache. how deeply i miss you. i've been dreaming about you, they might've been nightmares. for am i terrified of what you would say if i tried to reach out to you now. oh, my love, how i've neglected you. how i've missed you. purely in a state of my own sorrow have i pushed you away. you're beautiful. inside and out. i have dreams where i lay beside you. i dream of your dark brown eyes, i could lose myself in them. your smile, however awkward you may think it looks, so beautiful how it scrunches up into your eyes. your skin, so soft and silky, i've dreamed of your hand in mine again. when we would dance, it would be all i could focus on. your soft hands. the ones i've had dreams about caressing my face and grabbing my waist for the waltz. the curve of your hips, the ones i could recognize in any crowd. the shape of you by my side, is one i miss so dearly. i'd didn't value it until i had lost it, my love. the shape of you fit so perfectly by my side and without you i am a piece of a puzzle that has been lost. while you might be complete without me, without you, i am unrecognizable. and what if i told you all of this now? would you be rightfully mad at me? would you be sad? would you return? this i do not know. all i know is, it is impossible for me to be mad at you. even after all this time. while you may not have responded to my call, you still bare a part of me. i miss you more than i miss my own heart.