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I gaze upwards at the Venetian sunrise, something equally beautiful catches my eye - you.As the sunlight streams through the cafe window, I see you and decide to leave you a letter upon a table that is yet to be tidied.—- Throughout my life, I have never been noticed for who I am, what I am — but you’re different, you take a grave interest in what most people perceive as nonsense, this. You deserve somebody who’ll treat you right, respect you and love you for who you are - too many times have you been disrespected and told you’re not good enough.Within this letter, spills my heart - I can only tell the truth, lying just isn’t in my nature, in my DNA. On a cold winter’s night, your cold, soft hands should be en-housed within safe, warm ones. When the word ‘beauty’ is bounded around meaninglessly by people who do not know how to use it - the meaning is bound to ones outer self, this isn’t the case — beauty should not be bound such, it extends to your inner being and you are beautiful both inside and out. Whilst you exude confidence and natural beauty - you have the heart of an angel, you are always looking out for others, even in times where you should look no further than the mirror.I hold hope that one day, I could utter these words back to you as we walk these streets together —     but for now, the knowledge of you taking this information and acting upon it as you wish, is enough. —- As the sunlight streams through the cafe window, I see you open the letter that I placed upon a table that is yet to be tidied - as the envelope is opened, the letter is taken by the wind and is taken into the Venetian waters below. I gaze downwards at the harsh, unforgiving waters — a tear adds to it, as I see my letter, my feelings, my dreams engulfed by the monstrous, beautiful, Venetian waters.

I gaze upwards at the Venetian sunrise, something equally beautiful catches my eye - you.

As the sunlight streams through the cafe window, I see you and decide to leave you a letter upon a table that is yet to be tidied.

—-

Throughout my life, I have never been noticed for who I am, what I am — but you’re different, you take a grave interest in what most people perceive as nonsense, this.

You deserve somebody who’ll treat you right, respect you and love you for who you are - too many times have you been disrespected and told you’re not good enough.
Within this letter, spills my heart - I can only tell the truth, lying just isn’t in my nature, in my DNA.

On a cold winter’s night, your cold, soft hands should be en-housed within safe, warm ones.

When the word ‘beauty’ is bounded around meaninglessly by people who do not know how to use it - the meaning is bound to ones outer self, this isn’t the case — beauty should not be bound such, it extends to your inner being and you are beautiful both inside and out.


Whilst you exude confidence and natural beauty - you have the heart of an angel, you are always looking out for others, even in times where you should look no further than the mirror.

I hold hope that one day, I could utter these words back to you as we walk these streets together —     but for now, the knowledge of you taking this information and acting upon it as you wish, is enough.

—-

As the sunlight streams through the cafe window, I see you open the letter that I placed upon a table that is yet to be tidied - as the envelope is opened, the letter is taken by the wind and is taken into the Venetian waters below.

I gaze downwards at the harsh, unforgiving waters — a tear adds to it, as I see my letter, my feelings, my dreams engulfed by the monstrous, beautiful, Venetian waters.