Dear you,

You’re getting colder this month. I understand, it’s the season where you melt your frost and it’s inevitable that you’d lose your warmth. Today, I had to fight a shiver when your breath met my bare skin which trailed after your kiss. It’s the start of the year and everyone’s back to their indifferent lives, including you. I should have realized that, but you know I’d always have an allowance towards you. You are my first love after all.

Today, when time permitted it, I took a small break from work and went off to this place where I could see you from afar without you noticing. You were busy, as usual, but I couldn’t help but smile a little while seeing you at work. You have come a long way, lover. You were still as progressive as I first met you. You’re still very stubborn, intolerant even to some points. You’re still ruthless, but can be rather gentle at times. Maybe that’s the reason a lot of people are attracted to you—me included. I can’t help it. You’re dangerous but you never fail to charm me with your comforting soft radiance and spaces.

I miss you. I horribly miss you. One of these days I’ll let you take my breath away again. We’ll have a rendezvous and make love under the stars and let you empower me once more. I miss having you to my self. Sometimes I feel so selfish when I share you with others and they fall in love with you; seeing you in a different light they’ve never seen you in before. I almost want to scream, I am the original mistress! But I know you can’t ever be tethered; you really belong to everyone, and I am simply lucky to be a part of you; and you, most of me.

I love you, city. Come away with me this weekend.

Love,
Jayce