“But I look at you and I see home. There is something familiar about the light in your eyes and the curve of your lips. Maybe I will have some sort of epiphany upon writing this. Maybe not. Maybe I am writing this in hopes to relive my last moments with you. Maybe not. I am very unsure but whenever I am overcome with emotion I find myself with a pencil in my hand and thinking of you. You are my muse. My inspiration. My home, my love. When I had nothing, I had you. And when I had everything, I still had you.”
-R.V // Letters to You











