His last letter to me had only a few words but their weight broke my heart
These words now drift soundless and airless, echoing and haunting my hope
My heart is now overwhelmed by all these new emotions, for which I have no name yet
His first letters were more like: "I love you. If I could just sit beside you and gasp these feeling out of my heart, I would do it."
I wrote him endless letters, confessing my love and waiting for his beautiful response
But all I got were these words. The last ones, he never wrote to me again after
"I hope you love me when I wake up."