I don't know why I've been thinking so much about you lately.
Perhaps I do know.
I miss you a lot
I hope you are doing Ok on your new job and the wheather is getting nicer up there.
Here the spring has arrived, days are getting warmer and trees are blooming.
But I still miss you.

Me

My Dear,

I love you.
Now I know.
I'd like for things to be so different... I'd like for us to have the chance to date, day to day, to clear up all our doubts, all the answer we keep asking ourselves, to increase the certainty we really belong each other.
I just don't know how we could do it, being apart for such a big distance.
I'm scared though.
So many things should happen for us to make a life together... but I cannot stop thinking how great it could be.

Anyway,

I still love you.

For how long? It is not for me to say