Dear Love:
I write this letter in the hopes that it finds you well. Its Valentines day, I see you very busy today, should I write to you another time? Well, I will just leave this in your inbox.
Like a distant pen pal, reaching out to you with these words, every word trails one after the other on these pages like an open road – my thoughts trail freely.
On this road, there are countless commuters of love moving through what Love was, what love is and what love is to become. Swaying from lane to lane purposely seeking and traveling towards an imaged fulfillment.
I guess we are all travellers on a path to where hope leads to love.
It is at the end of this page where my imagined goal that when I turn the page and open a new road to write my hope to love.
My senses has not felt this love I hope for. I hope for you to find me on these pages.
By Waheed
Genius Level
