Letters #1

I have known him for more than four years. But sometimes when I look into his eyes, there is something familiar yet so strange. 

He loves me. That I know as much, he tells me that everyday. And yet I feel my love feels so immature compared to his. His love is protective, patient and kind. I think he has an old beautiful mind that sometimes I cannot grasp.  A love that I don’t understand and understand. 

But I think I like that he is a mystery and a familiarity. I want to take time and know more about him.