He writes, pouring his heart out....
He writes, words he can't say yet....
He writes, feelings he wishes to share...
Moments created, mind pro actively picturing his wishes...
Distance between us, but his words take me to him, right next to him, where I belong...
I will return his affection in my own words, in a jasmine scented, sealed, pearl white envelope.
Our hearts will never feel the distance, his words to me, and my words to him....makes up for the miles apart...
My Pudding...馃挋
