Letters of love

Previously

…She was no longer just the distant vision, the unattainable ideal. She was here, before me, her presence a testament to the power of the words that had carried my heart across the divide. And I, the hesitant poet, no longer felt so inadequate. I saw her, and she saw me, and in that mutual recognition, a new chapter was beginning. The air, no longer holding its breath, now thrummed with a quiet, hopeful energy, the promise of a love that had dared to be written, and had finally found its flesh.