Dear true love,

Where are you? I’m searching for you. I want to hold you, snuggle with you, take walks with you. I want to go to our favorite band’s concerts, things that we would only do with each other since we only have one life. I’m trying to find you. Why can’t you just show up in front of me now? Why do I have to wait?

Alright, here’s the deal. My family wants me to focus on school. It’s hard for me to focus on school, especially if I have you on my mind. You just flow easily into my mind, but you leave just the same way you came in. I feel empty when you leave. I miss your presence. A song comes up, and you slip into my mind again. The song fades out, and so do you. Why are you doing this to me?

I want your beautiful voice; the voice that rocks me to sleep; the voice that comforts me, especially in my hardest times. I want to wrap my arm around your shoulder, and feel your arm around my waist. I want to walk that way, not caring what the world says. I want to support you wherever you go. I want to see you succeed as you see me succeed in my ways. I want to conquer the world with you, just as you will conquer the songs you will sing on that stage.

Whatever this message means to you, I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll ever know. I know that our time together is often limited, for you have your limitations and I have mine. Your angelic voice can put me on Cloud Nine, and watching you sing is like watching a white dove flying graciously, singing it’s lovely songs. Knowing you’ll sing in front of thousands ignites a wave of excitement in my stomach. I desire seeing your face on that screen, singing your beautiful song that will throw me from here until I reach Cloud Nine.

I cannot begin to compare my voice to yours. Your voice is so lovely and pure. I can’t imagine how your song sounds with mine. It’s hard to compare mine with yours. Your ever so angelic voice that can move mountains. It makes the birds stop singing to listen to your God given instrument. Many will criticize your voice, but I marvel at it’s beauty. I wish I could have that voice with me everyday of my life.



So please, true love, join with me. Let us dream together. Let us sing together. What do you say? Will this happen? Can we conquer the strange attitudes of our world without breaking the bond that we already have? Will you take my hand to be your boyfriend?


Do let me know. This is serious.

Yours truly.