My Dearest,

Every breath I take is infused with the thought of you. Your absence is a cruel torment, a relentless ache that gnaws at my soul. I feel your presence in every shadow, every whisper of the wind, as if you are always just out of reach, watching over me. It drives me to madness, this longing for you, this need to be near you, to feel your eyes on me, your breath mingling with mine..

I imagine you in the corners of my life, a silent guardian, unseen but ever-present. The idea of you watching me, knowing my every move, sends a shiver down my spine, a thrill that ignites my deepest desires. I want to feel your gaze, to know that you are there, watching, wanting, needing me as desperately as I need you.

The thought of you lurking in the shadows, unseen but ever-present, fills me with a heady mix of fear and excitement. I want you to follow me, to be so close that I can almost feel your touch, yet just out of reach, a phantom that haunts my every step. It’s intoxicating, this dance we perform, you in the shadows, me in the light, both of us yearning for the moment when we can finally collide.

I fantasize about you claiming me, taking what is yours, leaving no doubt that I belong to you. The idea of being pursued, of being the object of your relentless desire, sends a thrill through me that I cannot resist. I want you to hunt me, to find me, to take me as your own. The very thought consumes me, fills me with a dark, forbidden pleasure that I cannot deny.

Come to me, my love. Let your desire for me guide you, let it lead you to me. I am yours, waiting, longing, needing you more than words can express. Find me, claim me, make me yours.

It is depth allows words to be more than simply words after all. It is why, I find myself writing under the dim moonlight - reaching out to someone, who like me, hungers for connection. I find myself enamored with the thought of love; in love with love and the capacity human’s have of touching others with mere words. Words that creep right under your skin and make their way right to your heart without having to see one another. It is why I’m here. I write to you, as a woman wanting to love and be loved. A woman with her cup full and yet, half empty as well. I come to you with a love letter in hand - filled with longing and anticipation, for you..

Please do understand, I write to you from the other side of the world. A place filled with beaches, palm trees and warm sunny days called California - so I beg of you, meet me half way. Or at the very least, from the same country. I doubt these letters of mine could travel quite that far…

With that being said, I patiently wait for your response.

Forever longing,

Luna 🌙