from me to You.

I've been lonely for what it seemed like an eternity. I've been longing for the person that would love this view as much as I did. I've experienced the loneliness of sitting in the most romantic rooftop bar with the wrong person. I've been wandering alone through this city, hoping I'd bump someday into the right arms.

And I see it as a miracle, that we've met. How did I live so long without knowing you?

I don't know. I guess I needed time to prepare myself for meeting you. It would have been much easier if I've known all along what I've been living for but I'm not complaining.

You're here.

Or should I say, you were here.

I must admit I miss you terribly. I think about you more that it should be allowed to. And the thought of our seperate lifes, does not always bring me tears but it always makes me feel something.

When you reached your hand out to me, I should've held it but instead I stared at it so long until I broke all your fingers with my silence.

I think sometimes of you, sitting in that coffee shop where we first met. I imagine I go back in time and I walk up to you and you smile because you still liked me at that time. And I tell you that I'm from the future and you look at me and ask:

"So what happens next?".

I'm sorry if I write nonsense but it's 2 in the morning and things like that always make sense under the night sky. I guess what I'm trying to say is "I'm sorry" and "Forgive me" and "I love you always".

However, I'm here and you're far away and maybe someday I will settle down for second best.

And that shall be the end of me as there are great crimes in the world, but perhaps the greatest one is killing the love.

Yours,