Lets talk about love

Letters to Zephyr

You know,

I look forward to better days and cozy mornings when you send me a voice note saying how much you miss me or how hearing my voice would make your day.

When I open Instagram and see countless reels you’ve sent me, especially the ones you think are funny, it brings me joy.

But sometimes, my imagination runs wild.

In the spirit of open communication, I’ve noticed you haven’t really been matching my energy or reciprocating my efforts. At least not entirely.

Don’t get me wrong, I know you like me. You enjoy my company and comfort. I know I make you laugh and sometimes even happy. You send me pictures when I ask (i hope some days soon i wouldn't have to ask), you’re soft, lovely, and more. You pick up my calls and respond to my messages, and I truly appreciate all of that.

But sometimes, I feel stressed waiting for you to reciprocate. Sometimes, it’s exhausting. Sometimes… it is what it is.

I see you learning to trust me more. I know the kinds of conversations you enjoy, and I welcome them all. I’ve noticed you starting conversations now, and I love that, Lord knows I enjoy those the most.

Yet, there’s still something in me that wonders: "You do not see the effort? Don’t just assume it’s there."

I want to be available to you, knowing you feel the same way about me. I’m not asking you to force anything, just to understand me and meet me halfway if you truly feel this too.

Maybe all of this is premature, but sometimes I feel like I’m the only one keeping our conversations alive. If I stopped today, would you reach out? Or would everything just fade away?

If that were the case, maybe it’s best if I step back for a bit, to wait, to watch, and to give you space to breathe, to calmly process your thoughts and see where your heart truly is.

I’m tempted to do this so you don’t feel like I’m ghosting you. I want you to think about you and me, and show me some of yourself.

The chase, ideally, should be reciprocal efforts. Sometimes I fear I don’t see you seeking me out. You wait for me, and I’m getting burnt out.

There’s only so much I can do when my efforts aren’t fueled by yours.

We both know this is just the talking stage. All this may be premature or not, but I feel these same energies will carry over to the next stage. If I don’t speak up now, if we don’t work us out, I’ll just endure this dissatisfaction indefinitely.

Here’s the truth: I want more of you. We’re fundamentally different people, and that’s okay. We can teach each other our love languages, learn how we want to be loved, held, treated, and respected.

I know these words might upset you. I hope they don’t. I hope they breathe life into your heart instead. Because I’m writing this precisely because I care. I haven’t taken the easy way out; I’ve chosen to stick with you, to share these thoughts with you.

What I want is a mature, healthy, communication-driven love with you. A space where you’re comfortable sharing your discomforts with me. Where you teach me how you want to be loved, held, and cared for, just as I’ll educate you.

I woke up this morning thinking about how I’d like to write you a poem, to tell you how I think you’re the love of my life, the most beautiful woman on earth, and how you make me feel. I guess this, in many ways, is equally a love letter to you.

Love, Nuel

23rd July, 2025