I long for beautiful words about love, for tender lines steeped in feeling and intensity. Please, whoever you are, keep writing. I want to listen to love, to read it slowly, to let it unfold between the lines. Grant me the gift of reading your words and imagining, just for a moment, that they are meant for me. My heart needs this fragile, sweet illusion.
And because of you, stranger, I feel the desire to write beautifully myself, to try to give shape to every emotion, to name each feeling as it passes through me. I hope I’m succeeding…
Please, stranger, write with all your heart… Let it be filled with love…
Sharing a romantic, wistful scene from the park: