Dear John Doe,
It has been very cold this summer. Nothing is growing. All my plants have died from the excessive rain. Just like my heart, it is flooded from the rain. My tears run like a river because I am not with you. How I have missed you.
It’s been years since I’ve seen you. Ever since the world changed, you have changed. You are living your life while I am still consumed by my longing for you. I regret not saying something sooner to get your attention, to make you realize how much I love you. Now, it’s too late. At this moment, you are caressing your wife, telling her how much you love her while I am alone staring at the sky, questioning my existence on this earth, praying to God, “Am I ever to love and be loved in return?”
I was taught to believe that God loves me no matter what and that His love is enough. My heart breaks, knowing that love is there, but unreachable. What I was taught to feel when someone loves you has vanished into thin air. I don’t know if I will ever feel it again.
So, my dearest John Doe, I have always loved you unconditionally. I can’t blame you for wanting to share your love with someone else. I know you would want me to be happy and in love just as you are right now. I pray to God for a love like yours, a love where we lift each other up, to be the best people we can be and to promise to love one another no matter the circumstances.
Farewell my dearest John Doe. May you love fully all your days.
All my love,
Your Dearest.