Letter to a Deer.

Hey you,

I was trying to come up with an idea to write what you asked me to. But I guess doing it in a post mail format would make it best, don't you think?

I'm here writing at 11:46 PM because I want to say a few things about you and me and you know I'm an exhausting insomniac.

First of all, thank you. For your understanding. For your angelic voice saying the things I've had the chance to hear, and the ones I haven't. For making me feel how I feel, when I check your pictures in my phone, or how disappointed I wake up when I realise that you being next to me was just a reminiscence about that weekend. For your hand being on mine. And for talking to me every once in a while. 

I love you, like the forest loves the rain.

Like the water loves the drain, I love you.

I love you, like that deer loved the owl, and how the owl loved the deer back.

Like the wind it likes to scream.

Like the child that loves to dream, I love you.

This year always rumbles through my head (the song, I mean). And so do you. 

I want to take another chance to say thank you, actually. For the memories. For our rainy cuddles listening to Coldplay's Parachutes. Those Adventure Time episodes before we kissed for the first time. The lunch and dinners we had together. 

Your eyes laying on me, while mine rest on you. How Black Mirror's "Hang the DJ" made me have a breakdown because you were leaving. That time when we cried together in bed (a first for me with another human being). How you let me make you tea (which I'm having right now), food and breakfast. 

Even how I recall the airport being empty, or the hug mom gave me when I came back and I broke down when she asked if I was alright. How I spent most of that April 14th crying and how you made me so happy when you called me in the airport when you got there.

I want you to be the dog-mom of our future pups if time lets me have that. I can't wait to make you breakfast for the rest of my life, or go to the movies every time we have the chance. So there's that.

I haven't told you this but my mother's cousin has been living with us for some time now, and when I told my parents about our call, she obviously asked who you were. And it had been some time since I explained the story to someone. I won't lie, I cried and it did hurt, but it was beautiful. 

She was surprised, because since she came she's only seen me working on my things. And seeing that side of me I guess it was a bit shocking. But I took the chance and told her;

 "Well, there you go. Mag's this. She is what you see, the tears I cry, and the smile I have."

Lastly, before I end this, I wanted to ask you something; I want a letter back. I have the right to cry about a letter as well, and I've never had the chance.

Keep being you, please. As always. Exceptionally wonderful, inexplicably beautiful.

See you in my dreams, love of my life.

T.  //  -horus;