My Kieu,
In the quiet solitude of dawn, I find myself yearning. The sun, in its relentless journey, paints the sky with hues of hope, a silent reminder of the bond we share. It rises, faithfully, undeterred by the miles that stretch between us, much like the longing that stirs within me.
There’s a certain rhythm to the way the world awakens. A silent symphony, a harmonious ballet of light and life. It’s in this rhythm that I find echoes of you, of us. The way flowers bloom, unfurling their petals to the sky, is a testament to resilience, to the power of life. And much like them, my longing for you unfolds, quiet yet persistent, a silent melody in the symphony of my existence.
Our paths, though separate now, are etched with shared memories. Each challenge faced, each storm weathered, has been a note in our shared melody. And through it all, the song of my heart has remained the same, a constant refrain – a yearning for you.
Words, often my companions, seem inadequate now. Yet, they are all I have in this moment. So, let me say this – my yearning for you is as steadfast as the sunrise, as enduring as the blooming flower. It’s woven into my being, a silent song that plays on, waiting for the day our paths converge again.
This isn’t a grand promise, nor a poetic verse. It’s a simple, honest confession, a melody of longing that plays on, waiting for the day it can harmonize with yours once more.
Until we meet again, know that you are the song my heart sings, the melody in my symphony, the bloom in my garden of longing.
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