Letter 3.

Dear boy who is sleeping,

I am so blessed to have you in my life.

Call it fate,

Call it luck,

Call it destiny,

Call it what you will;

All I know is that it has happened

And I am yours and you are mine.

I just hope that you feel the same way too.

Sincerely,

Girl who is still awake

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All the pictures are here...

but for once, I don't want to share.

Letter 2.

Dear boy who shapes the day,

Today I realized that our life together

Will be one big poem

Filled with words that only the sun,
Dripping with its own vain glory,
Will be able to witness and repeat.

But the birds and the bees will learn,

And, my oh my, will they do a fine good job

At singing our praise.

Sincerely,

The girl who molds the night

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Letters from the moon to the sun...

Letter 1.

Dear boy with the sun in his hair,

Everytime I'm with you
I just want to write.

I want to write your words across my bones

and sew your name into my heart.

You will be mine forever, I swear to you.

Sincerely,

Girl with the star struck smile

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I love receiving letters...

21.

My body's screaming for your bones
My body's weeping for your skin
My body's yearning for your touch
My body needs your words within

So say the things I need to hear
Just say them loud and say them clear
So say the things I need to hear
Just say them now and while we're near

My body's gasping for your breath
My body's aching for your voice
My body's begging for that noise
My body doesn't have a choice

So say the things I need to hear
Just say them loud and say them clear
So say the things I need to hear
Just say them now and while we're near

You can whisper, you can shout
Scream it loud and let it out
Just let me hear you say those words
That let me know that I am yours

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I can hear this being sung in my head.

I just wish it wasn't being sung by me.

20.

Love is a one man story. It can't begin and it can't end without the number one being front and center. That line, that single digit, will be the start and the finish. You start with one person: alone, a blank canvas, totally incompitent to this world and their surroundings.

They don't know shit about love and what it is. To them there is only life.Then one day, one event happens to this one person and it becomes about one plus one. They both have no idea what is going on other than the fact that for some reason they are utterly and undeniably obsessed with each other. Time goes by and this story of one plus one starts to equal one. They learn more about one another than the scientists have learned about the earth itself; pet peeves are uncovered favorite attributes of the other are discovered, and something happens that not even science can explain. Mathmeticians are stumped by this unexplainable phenomina. How could one plus one equal one? Only the two individuals, totally engrossed in the others breathing, heartbeat and thought processes, could explain how this could happen.

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It's called love.

But that's just a theory, of course.

19.

I'll be hearing no more of your sad songs

No more will I receive your stories about war and conflict

No more will I hear your voice chastising me and cutting me apart

You were the waves against my shores but now you are no more

You can go on and sing about how much I've hurt you

How I threw you around like a whale with its seal

How I tore you down like Germany with its Berlin Wall

But I will sit here safe and sound and you'll know for sure I'm not around

I hope you have a good day, if it's any consolation for what I've done

I hope you find happiness in someone like I have found in him

I hope you live your life knowing that the end is there, so live like you're dying

But who cares what I hope because I doubt it'll help.

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Good bye, sad song

18.

I wish you wouldn't stop writing

I miss your words dripping down

the page

I wish I could feel your soul again

Narrated by the voice in my head,

speaking as I read

You don't write about anything now

Not even how you feel, how I've

hurt you

At least give me this much, would you?

Let me drown in the bitter sweet realization

that I've hurt you

I hurt you good and I hurt you bad

And you bled while I healed and now

I think you've bled out

And now

I think you have no more words to say

And now

i think I'm floating in the silence of your pain.

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Don't you ever stop

Don't you ever stop

Don't you ever....