My love

My love,

I sit here, surrounded by the taste of black coffee and the sharp smoke of a cigarette, trying to pour my feelings onto paper. Once again, I flip through the pages of our story, opening a new chapter and endeavoring to paint you with my pen. But this morning, you're not here beside me, nor were you yesterday, and you won't be tomorrow. Reality has melded with projections of imagination, desires, and dreams, and in my mind echoes that sentence that has become our mantra: "I love you more than life itself, my love."

I fear, my dear, that perhaps even our happiness has become something more than life, something unattainable. I'm afraid that I will forever embrace you only in thoughts, that you will remain longing and hope that will never become reality. We wanted to deceive fate, to change and adjust it, but the question is whether it can be changed at all?

My will is strong, and love is sincere and pure. They say that when you truly and strongly desire something, the entire universe works for you. But, my dear, we don't need the entire universe. Only Venus is enough for us, to surrender to her power and forever shine among the stars.

Perhaps it's time we try to find a way to create our own destiny, to shape it together and give it a new dimension. Despite the fears, my love, let our story be unique, let our love be stronger than fate. Because, perhaps, just perhaps, together we can write some new chapter filled with happiness and love.

I'm waiting for you, as always, with hope in my heart.

Yours forever,

Slađana Stamenković