to keep our past, for our future

A collection of, who knows what. It's the story, the reality, the history of a love. It's pieces, fragments of a romance. It's the Letters to my Love.

The world is so big, and somehow I met you. You changed my life, and showed me what I never knew possible. You stole my heart and I never want it back. So while the year marches on, I can only hope this may be our legacy. In the end, what counts is that it could be spent just you and me.

Now it's all over, and maybe who we become can learn from the past, see where I faltered, see where you started leaving. A story of love, of fear and of brokenness. This is not the full picture, but maybe it's an idea, from me to you. The Letters to my Love