Love is dirty and sad

Today i found myself saving pictures of things that makes me sad; pictures of a girl receiving a letter "To my dearest. . ."

How long has it been? 3months? And there you are with your dearest.

My heart aches for the beautiful flowers, her precious smile. My dear, i wonder if i was once your dearest- even without receiving beautiful flowers and carefully written letters. I wanna believe i was, how i wish I still am. Fck i miss you so bad.

I wanna feel that love again. I want to feel the love that is pure and happy. Can we try one more time?