An Open Letter To My Lover: Volume III

Hey you,

I procrastinated writing this edition. I convinced myself that I held off because people do their best work when they are on a deadline. And that's how I realized, I'd rather lie to myself than to you. Because, truth be told, I'm not sure if I have anything to say this time.

I have written and rewritten this a couple of times now, in every possible tone. Hopeful optimism, depressing negativity, directionless mess. Nothing fit. Maybe someday I'll come back to this and pen something concrete. But not today, not when my faith is a little shaken, and my heart is overwhelmed.

I know you're somewhere out there. And I'll come find you eventually. But tonight, I'll sit by myself, talking to the moon.

But someday, when it's you I'm with late at night, remind me to ask you, would you give me your words when I have none?