Ideal Love

Hey,

It's been a long time since I last wrote to you. I've been thinking of you a lot lately. I imagined us together the other day. It felt nice, strangely. The very idea of loving and being loved by someone. If we date someday, we have to re-watch the game of thrones. 

We'll stay up late, talking about reincarnation, the vague idea of death, the purpose of life, all kinds of deep stuff you know. We'll go on library dates. Oh and maybe you can drive us to some isolated place, we can sit on the roof of your car and have Ice creams maybe. Or we can just stay home, put those fairy lights on and you can play cold/mess for me. 

Oh, we can make our own bucket list, and complete it for a change. 

I promise I'll be understanding, try not to expect too much, and be by you whenever you need me. Give your power hugs. I might even try and cook for you. 

Ma says I need to stop writing to you, that I need to move on and that everyone has. I can't, I won't, I promise I'll wait for you. Sometimes I feel, I could've told you all this sooner. This is the first thing I'll be doing once you recover though.

Love,

xxxx