Goodnight, my love. How I miss our long, wandering talks— the ones that felt like lanterns glowing i…
Goodnight, my love. How I miss our long, wandering talks— the ones that felt like lanterns glowing in the quiet corners of the night. I still leave a shirt out for you, soft and waiting, as if your warmth might slip back into it when the moon isn’t looking. I fall asleep imagining your head on my chest, your breath settling into mine, your heartbeat reminding me that love doesn’t vanish just because distance tries. Know this— my dedication doesn’t waver, my hope doesn’t dim, and my heart doesn’t move. I will wait for you, patient as the tide, faithful as the stars that return to the same sky every night. Goodnight, my love. Until you come home to me again.
