short letter to Clara

Clara, I,ve sent this post card to remind you that time nor distance has diminished the love and adoration I hold for you. A sudden apathy is something you seemed so certain would overcome me after we parted. I can't blame you. I think of the time we spent together fondly. One of most vivid memories I have is the two us listening to your cheesy songs on the hotel room floor in La Paz. You played "First day of my life" for me. Your eyes were filling with tears and rolling down your cheek as we layed together. I almost started myself. I won't forget your eyes. I can imagine them like you were here again now, well the right one. My favourite ofcourse. Left half iscattered with brown speckles and a hazel backdrop with all those little streaks. I still can't believe you never knew your lens implants can be seen through your pupils. yeah ok, it's obviouse I spent lots of time staring into your eyes but it's the things I saw with my heart that lead to the love I have for you now. A love beyond my control. A love that makes your absence painful. It dawned on me later than I had liked but before you I had never known love, only lust. I'm thankful I met you. So there is me trying to express my feelings for you, even if It's still leaves me unsatisfied. When I return to Canada I look forward to doing the things we talked about together. Making your weird spanish dish, going to yellowstone. Compared to being with you every day is unhappiness. I'm a fool for you Clara and I just want to make you happy.