Dear Love,

I haven’t written you anything lately. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. It’s so hard to put effort into a nicely shaped paragraph. You also know that I wait until things ask to go out, I never push them to.

Generally; I never push. I always wait, I never feel good pushing. Yes; I made this mistake once with some of them, I pushed too hard that it didn’t work, and I lost.

Dear Love,

I am learning that what comes naturally, stays. Also, what goes naturally, doesn’t hurt.

Dear Love,

I miss you; you know that?

Dear Love,

It’s passed midnight already, and I am not able to sleep. The ghosts of my past are chasing me. As I am so glad that I don’t have roommates anymore, as I feel like I need one right now, just to hear the noise around me that distracts me from thinking about you.

Dear Love,

Overthinking kills.

Dear Love,

I miss you so much.

Dear Love,

Last time I saw you, I felt like I didn’t want to see you again. You were different, you have changed and I didn’t expect myself to be going so far away without feeling bad or upset. How come destiny helped me a lot to get over you? How come I don’t feel anything for a long time!

Dear Love,

I haven’t changed yet, I am still loving at most, I am still giving parts of myself, I am still getting over myself for others and I am still a very hard person to get over.

Dear Love,

I receive many letters from all of them, all are sending me their feelings, they still do carry feelings for me. I also still carry feelings, for myself.

Dear Love,

I have discovered that I have too much curiosity to get to know strangers. I am more comfortable around them. Those who you meet and you are sure that you are leaving. I do open up to them as I was opening up to you someday. Someday I don’t know if I want back.

Dear Love,

I really don’t feel anything.

Dear Love,

I want love.

I want love.

I want love.

Dear Love,

I give love to get love.

I am singing that line right now, I liked it. How come I still like myself and like what I do even if it is never enough?

Dear Love,

I still miss you.

Dear Love,

I don’t know you; I don’t know who you are. Am I still in love just with the idea of love?

Maybe I have never loved you and maybe we have never met!

Dear Love,

I wish things went smoother.

Dear Love,

I want to sleep and I will.

Mahmoud Sami Ramadan