DEAR MY PAPER LOVER,

To simply say that I miss you wouldn't be quite honest enough. And To say that I wish you were here with me right now, wouldn't be quite honest enough either. But what would be quite honest enough is for me to say that I still do think about you as if you never left. My dear paper lover, the wind here is too windy for me to write you sometimes. Honestly, I am not certain how much longer I have before we meet again. But one good thing is the waves and my thousand reflections as I peek at the waters below sometimes gives me hope of seeing you again when it splashes my face. I must tell you, though, before I am consumed whole by these unpredictable waters; that these waters can be so violent sometimes! I can go at any minute from now!

I know you might have long forgotten me, because of how my paranoid mind was driving you insane, but I wonder my dear paper lover, do you still remember our first kiss---how it nearly ripped me apart? I know I still do. And when I think about it; how your soft lips met mine while we sat in your warm car on that windless spring afternoon, my heart just wants to accelerate from zero to one-hundred! Would it be awkward to say, that I would give anything to be with you in that same car, in that same kind of weather, and be kissing that same kind of lips?

How pathetic I must seem to you right now, as I write, rewrite, erase, and then write again these words that will never reach your island. But, I mustn't stop now. In fact, I am going to construct one or two of these letters into a paper airplane and hope that they glide to your shores. And when you receive these letters, damped and cold with some of the words dripping away, please do not be saddened nor worried about my condition. I will be fine here, floating away until someone rescues me. But if you or someone else does not rescue me in time, no worries; because the images of our first, second, and third kiss together will forever sustain my survival. I know this may be hard for your faithless mind to believe, but I have no doubt that the thoughts of us together will keep my mind and body well nourished until we meet again.

If you ever read this; my love letter written with hands as cold and slippery as the water beneath me, I hope you can feel the temperature of it all in your tropical heart. And my dear paper love, as you're reading this, with your owl-shaped, brown eyes, I want you to imagine me sitting in this small boat, floating away and away, tossing drafts after drafts into a paper sea of unfinished letters. Why? well, because I feel like I'm lost and uncharted without you. You see, you were my compass; guiding me through stormy situations and alerting me when the waters of life become too treacherous. But now that you are gone, I am just floating here, aimlessly.

Why do I still feel so attached to you even after all these years? My dear paper lover, you have no idea how often I've prayed to God to rescue me from these biological cravings I have of you! I swear to you, they can be too much to handle at times. Sometimes I wish I was born into the animal kingdom---for they are the only species rescued off of the biological feelings of togetherness. When they are born, they are born ready to strive, to conquer, and to be on their own. My goodness, why couldn't I have been born like that?!

Oh no, my dear paper lover, it seems like my time has come! The wind is heavy, the waters are upset, and my boat, like my body, is too frail to hold on any longer!