Letters From Me to You
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Letters From Me to You
Dear You,
I miss you. We do so much fun things here, but all I can think about is you.
When I go on stage and live my dreams, I look out onto the crowds and see their admiration and love. But still, I look for your face, love. Even though I know you aren't there. It makes me feel empty. I am here, being who I want to be but the most important person in my life can't be with me.
I dance with the others, love. I sing with them and we drink alcohol (well, I try, at least) but the moment I close my eyes, it's your face that I see. It's you that I long for. No drink can ever replicate the taste of your lips, my love. No one can ever touch me and make me feel the way you do when you wrap your arms around my neck.
And every after performance, after every bow, after every drinking or dancing session, I go back to being myself. I go back to needing you.
I love the stage, but right now, there's nothing else that I want to be doing than to curl up with you on your bed and sing you to sleep.
And I promise you that when I come back, I'm going to cling onto you and make up for all the nights you had to spend alone.
Love,
Me
originally from my suyin drabble tumblr
Letters From Me to You
Dear You,
I miss you. We do so much fun things here, but all I can think about is you.
When I go on stage and live my dreams, I look out onto the crowds and see their admiration and love. But still, I look for your face, love. Even though I know you aren't there. It makes me feel empty. I am here, being who I want to be but the most important person in my life can't be with me.
I dance with the others, love. I sing with them and we drink alcohol (well, I try, at least) but the moment I close my eyes, it's your face that I see. It's you that I long for. No drink can ever replicate the taste of your lips, my love. No one can ever touch me and make me feel the way you do when you wrap your arms around my neck.
And every after performance, after every bow, after every drinking or dancing session, I go back to being myself. I go back to needing you.
I love the stage, but right now, there's nothing else that I want to be doing than to curl up with you on your bed and sing you to sleep.
And I promise you that when I come back, I'm going to cling onto you and make up for all the nights you had to spend alone.
Love,
Me