Love is blind. Is this phrase true Love is blind?

Love is illogical. How can Love just exist? What is this mystery?

I wake up having seen this magnificent dream as if you are still in my arms, your fragrance still in my hands, your face still in my eyes. Was it all real or just an illusion?

You remember small details about me and I think we are getting where I always wanted us to be, to be something more. I feel happy by your little texts and gestures. You say you tend to forget things but you remember all things about me. Or is it just a coincidence?

To distract myself from your thoughts I search for a movie to watch and as I watch the movie, I am reminded of you. Every scene, every smile, every line, makes me miss you so much. I close the movie and I just look at your pictures and I read your letter again. I am ecstatic. I miss the days spent with you. I have complains with these distances between you me. Why are you so far away. I am getting sad and I hug my pillow, holding your letter.

My hair flutter in the wind reading your handcrafted words, your words are heartfelt. Rain drops began pouring as if I am drenching in the love of you. I recall our first rain filled meeting.

For a moment I can’t believe it, it’s actually a love letter from you, it’s your handwriting! Do dreams and fantasies actually come true, Oh they do. You made it true. How I am reading every word in amusement. You write so well. My heartbeats rush reading your letter for me.