To whom it may concern ........... The Anonymous.

To you who feels too much, loves too much, gives too much.
Yes you are one among them.

I tried to start like this “I want to bury my face in your neck, in your hair.” but then my words fell onto the floor in that loud clattering noise, all broken and distorted.

My mind is distorted.

I wish you were with me or maybe not. I am happy that you are following that great american dream.                                  I am truly happy.

Sometimes I regret for not being brave enough to travel that two thousand six hundred and thirty five kilometers to meet you. 
Sometimes I recreate the possibilities of that trip.
Sometimes I pretend it to be real. But at the end it was terrible and beautiful and unforgettable and I don’t know how to be without it anymore.

For all our left turns, you are the right thing, the one thing that is mine. Seeing you in the flesh, touching your skin, and kissing your mouth was the bravest thing I have attempted and the weakest I have felt. You are the fire and the fire maker too. You are the woods man and the axe too. You are everything I did not know I wanted and now struggle to live without.

I can love you or live without you but I cannot do both. I cannot say the words that offer simple respite; “I love you, I miss you.” I don’t miss you. I miss myself. Ever since I met you I lost myself on the way back and I never came home.

Ooh anonymous I pray God to bless peace upon you and me.