What season dared to invade the beautiful month of June?Let us say — it was summer's turn, even if it rained…
A promise of love, and an encounter separated by miles of time.The cruel truth of the phrase: "For every woman, there exists a true love in this world."Beauty had no say — every soul was destined to love, no matter the vessel it inhabited.Two distant worlds longed to merge, fighting against distance, silence, and fate itself.The handles of doors stood ready to open; the keys of typewriters clattered endlessly,sending letters into the vast, invisible universe of the web…Love survived through pixels, words, and yearning — burning quietly across the void.
A promise was made — to meet in the sixth month, under the summer sun.Anxiety, madness, joy, and despair danced in circles,like a bohemian rhapsody that enslaves the heart.Desert winds watched from above,waiting to see how many heartbeats I could endure before dyingof the very thing that kept me alive — the thought of you.Your image rushes through my blood,igniting the depths of me, where desire trembles and whispers your name…I possess you without even touching you.
I wonder — how are your days?Your dreams, your storms, your silences…I envy the air that caresses your skin,the wind that plays with your hair,and I curse the cruel distance that keeps you from my arms.There's something wrong inside me — a demand, a hunger,a thousand differences that cannot be tamed.I want to know you entirely, completely,yet you remain a mystery in constant transformation,and that mystery terrifies me.
Still, my soul opens its doors to June Travel,dreaming of moments where words never run out,where touch replaces speech,where kisses lose their limits,and time itself bows before passion.But even amid such beauty,there remains the brokenness of a mortal mind.We are two enigmas chasing each other in a loop of desire and fear —a story written in longing and unfinished promises.
And so, to that long-awaited day of our meeting, I say:Come soon.Let me hold you, let me not let go.Let me whisper that you should never leave my side.Let me love you — not with perfection, but with truth.For when we are together, nothing else will exist.Just you.And the fragile, eternal word — Love.