
rune &&. adrian ♡ taken since 6.14.2025
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11.30.25 :
my dearest rune,
i have to admit that many of my thoughts are taken up by the overwhelming want to kiss you again. greedy? maybe. needy? very likely. the simple words "i love you" do not encase exactly what i feel for you. i thought i've felt love before, maybe even understood it, but that was no comparison to what i feel for you now, and hopefully, forever. getting to put our hearts together has been one of my life's greatest privileges. i've tried to explain it to you, how i felt as though there was something different between us. cliché words, i know. but i wake up in the mornings and my days are filled with more than just the regular schedule i've been attuned to. i get to think of you, of holding you close, kissing you, cooking dishes with you. i've never felt that before. domesticity does not come easy to me, it was never naturally taught to me as a child. but when my mind wanders to you once more, i imagine comfort. coziness. a home, not just a house, with you and our life's greatest treasures tucked away together. our love is more than simple feelings. it is warm soup on a rainy day. it is a fireplace and blankets when snow falls outside. it is reading a good book when thoughts are dull. it is receiving flowers just for the hell of it. it is a memory lodged in the back of one's mind that they remember and smile at. i forever wait on the next moment i get to kiss you, to have my hand in yours. to feel the comfort of you once again, and forever more.
with all my love,
adrian
12.01.25 :
my love,
nothing fills me with greater joy than imagining my whole life quietly rearranging itself around you. your mug on my counter, your clothes folded in my drawers, your face framed around my apartment, your snacks noted on my grocery list. tickets bought in pairs for the theatre, coffee ordered for two. i yearn for the day distance between us finally collapses. when "see you soon" becomes "see you at home". every time we meet, it may ache our hearts to part, but it is one step closer to forever. i hold that thought close and persevere. for now, i am content that you are the beginning and end of my day, even with miles laid out between us. i am content that i can reach out and you will be there. i am content that we can laugh over shows, share songs, and play games together. i am content with our little rituals taking side by side, under different skies. i am content with all the memories we've already made and i am hungry for more, for the future versions of ourselves that have yet to develop. here's to many more memories.
signed and sealed with a kiss,
rune
12.01.25 :
lovey,
today was more than stressful, tomorrow will be too, i'm sure of it. however, for most (if not all) of the day, i kept you in my mind. i always do, actually. i'm writing mostly because i felt an overwhelming desire to do so. there's no rhyme or reason behind my thoughts right now, unfortunately. or, fortunately, maybe. i guess i just.. wanted to say hello. i listened to 'kiss me' again on my way to class this morning and, of course, thought of you. every time that song plays, it reminds me of you. i think it's beautiful to have someone that i hold so closely to my heart to associate my favorite things with. i told you yesterday that you remind me of crimson blood staining the blade of a handmade dagger. i wish i got to expand on that before i'd fallen asleep. i see you in ways i haven't seen others before. some people may think that it's weird, or unconventional, and it probably is. but to me? you are a cool night, with a full moon shining down on cobblestone streets. candles in windowsills and soft snow falling. cloaks on the backs of lovers just returning home from a late date night. a vampire in the next alley over, claiming their lover for eternity. you are vials of potions and elixirs that sit pretty upon a wooden shelf, letting the sun reflect onto them. a spellbook with pages full of secrets that very little know of. you are initials and hearts delicately carved into rocks on a trail in the forest, an everlasting symbol of two lovers. you are so beautiful to me in ways i find hard to describe, ways that remind me of a wolf sauntering in the woods at night, waiting on its prey. i think that is beautiful. and i think that i'd find myself troubled trying to see that beauty in anyone or anything else. i love you, truly, and with each day that grows more and more. let us both rest under the same stars and sky tonight.
eternally yours,
adrian
12.02.25 :
to my angel,
a title fitting of you. all softness and gentle words and enticing joy. the curve of your smile settles a blush upon my cheeks. your caress warms my bones. your laugh is a holy ringing, pure bliss given sound. when i die, i want nothing more than to be enveloped in something as sickeningly sweet as you, my love. my own little angel, as captivating as the seraphic beauties they hang in museums. the kind of beauty a painter spends a lifetime chasing. something truly ethereal, meant to be cherished by all who see it. preserved and cared for, well, forever. the sort of wonder that leaves those viewing stunned, wishing they could step into the canvas and become a part of the beauty there. i am so, so fortunate to know the touch of an angel. and greedily, i preen at the thought of how lacking everyone else’s reality is. they will never know the love you hold in your gaze, for it is all mine to peer into. the softest petal, the most tempting meal, and i yearn to bite. forgive me, my love, for being so utterly rotten when set beside your image. forgive me for my darkness, my cruelty, my apathy, for the way it leaves things devoid of love. but relish in how you shape it into something uniquely lovely. let me be darkness as alluring as the night, keeping your dreams sweet and feasting on your dark thoughts. something ghostly that haunts your waking mind with thoughts of love and devotion. let me hold all the vices, so i can cradle your virtues entirely within my grasp. forever in awe of you.
missing you, my love,
rune
12.03.25 :
my heart,
i write to you in a rather stress and sleep induced state once more. however, i thought of your last letter to me a lot today. your way with words always amazes me. the way you articulate your thoughts in such extraordinary ways. you are magnificent, and that is just putting it simply. for now, though, allow me to write what i've been truly meaning to for a while: i am filled from head to toe with all the love i have stored for you, and you have been, well, so wonderful to me. i'm so lucky to have met you when i did. although the people that originally brought us together are more trivial topics now, i could tell from the very start you were different. you were special to me. you are special to me. you always have been, always will be. you speak your mind in ways that i admire, and you hold truth and loyalty in your opinions in ways that one can only just.. adore. i should've known i was head over heels when i was instantly flushed the first time you truly complimented me. when i posted a picture of myself and all you had to say about it was, essentially, that you wanted to kiss me. i didn't stop reminiscing about it for days, really. and i was so nervous to approach you. nervous that.. maybe this wasn't what i thought it was. but, god, it was everything i'd hoped for and so much more. understand me when i say that i have loved you since the start. since before falling for you was even considered a viable option on my own end. i remember seeing the way you spoke about me to your friends, and it never failed to make me smile. the way you perceive me is so.. uniquely beautiful. i am so, so lucky and privileged to love someone with such a mind. and your beauty, your handsomeness.. it is beyond proper words. i find myself in awe whenever i see you once more, or when you pop up in my mind and a flush settles onto my cheeks. you.. everything about you is so perfect. your hands, your face, your hair, your everything. i could stare at your picture all day. you belong in a heart locket, kept carefully upon my chest, right near my own beating heart. and once again, i am lucky to be the one to bask in everything that is you. my love has always been there, simmering, in the deepest, truest parts of my heart. i apologize that my words are not as.. intellectual as they have been. i suppose my lack of rest has caught up to me sooner than i'd hoped. meet me in my dreams tonight, allow me to kiss you once more. my love, my circe.
with kisses and a beating heart,
adrian
12.04.25 :
sweetness,
today my thoughts keep circling back to you, pup. like they always do. but today it feels especially loud and especially focused. i keep thinking about how grossly obsessed i am with you. the word “puppy” fits you so well it’s almost unfair. i picture you if you were furred softly from head to tail. i imagine the fluffiest ears, warm beneath my fingers. the kind of ears i’d bury my face in when i’m tired or greedy for comfort. i think your fur would match you perfectly. maybe a light chocolate brown that reminds me of all my favorite things: milk chocolate, strong coffee, caramel, and you most of all. you’d have the cutest nose, which you already do. the kind i’d want to kiss a hundred times a day. your eyes would be those perfect puppy pleading eyes that make my heart trip over itself, quick to answer your request. which, again, you already have. there really isn’t much about you that isn’t puppy-like, when i think about it. soft-hearted, eager, expressive, a little silly, and so painfully, devastatingly dear to me. when i call you the nickname puppy, i don’t mean it lightly. it goes beyond its silly weight. i mean i want to care for you the way you deserve. i want to treat you with gentleness and patience, the way someone might approach a cute little pup with an open hand and so much love. i want to be the person you can cuddle with when the world is loud. i want to be the lap you curl up on, the chest you fall asleep against, the hands that scratch your scalp. i want to devote my time and love to you. to be something you can depend on. i want you to know so bone—deep that you’re not “too much” when you’re clingy, or tired, or needy, or restless. you’re allowed to need. i want you to need. i want you to tug at my sleeve, i want your eyes saying “pay attention to me.” i want to set everything else down and say, “always.” i imagine you with a soft tail that betrays you every time. even on the days when you’re trying to be pouty, you’d still have that little giveaway. i think about you perking up when i message, that little curl of affection in your voice when we call, how your mannerisms change around me. i notice all your little 'tail-wags'. if you had a collar, i’d etch my name upon the tag. not as a claim, but as a promise. if you feel lost, you can always come to me. i like the idea of being the safe place you wander home to, your person. you’re my puppy not because you’re small or helpless, but because you have this way of being so bright that i want to shield you from every sharp edge. i love your softness. your playfulness. the way you tease. i love how you can be silly and sweet and still so deeply, fiercely loving. and i know i’m a little rotten about it. i know i hoard you inside my thoughts, thinking about how no one else gets you exactly the way i do. i love that when you curl into comfort, it’s me you settle against. i’m obsessed, and i’m not even sorry. i don’t just want to love “puppy you” when you’re soft and playful. i want to love you when you’re anxious, when you’re tired, when you’re down at your lowest. i want to be the hands that learn how to handle every version of you with care. you’re my favorite creature. my soft thing. my puppy, my baby, my sweetness. and i am shamelessly and wholeheartedly obsessed with you. i apologize for the wall of text that is all puppyisms. i am having the opposite of petre. ownerisms have consumed me. (non—sexually, any weirdos thoroughly reading these letters). anyways, to next time cutie.
waiting for you to curl up in my thoughts oncemore,
rune
12.04.25 :
my circe,
all i can say is i love you!!! so much!!! i love you with all that my worn heart can give. i'm not feeling really smart right now and trying to write while my brain is mush is.. so torturous. however, i wanted to write to you because i've been thinking about you all day. i reread your prior letter about 10 times at least thus far. i say it over and over, but you have such a wonderful way with words when it comes to me. i've never been seen in such a light and it makes me feel so, so special. you don't realize that when i say i'm so incredibly lucky to know you, to have your heart, i mean it with all raw and real intent. i've been thinking a lot about when we can finally have the privilege and opportunity to be physically together. dates are one of the things i am most excited for, there's so many that i've already thought up in my head. ever since you took me on my first ever date, i've been shamelessly obsessed. aquarium dates with you, us holding hands as we navigate through it, admiring all the fish and animals. laughing at the penguins and trying to spot the smaller creatures in their tanks. going out for dinners, deciding on what to order and laughing over conversations we'll barely remember an hour later. fighting over who will pay, and thinking about when we'll have our leftovers. there's also going to bars, getting drinks together and letting the buzz get the best of us. giggling and stumbling our way back to the apartment and then falling asleep in each other's arms. even a classic picnic would be so fun. bringing our own little charcuterie board, sandwiches, etc. getting to enjoy nature with you. spending time together, just us. it's one of the nicest things my mind can think of. getting to compliment you, telling you how nice you look before we leave. sharing kisses and holding hands on our way to and from. i hope that sometime in the near future we can be together, once again, for longer, and date nights become a fun weekend activity rather than something to yearn for. for now, i hope you continue to creep into every crevice of my mind and settle there.
with hugs and kisses,
adrian
12.05.25 :
to my sweetest pup,
today my whole brain has been frazzled at the edges with how much i’ve been thinking of you. it’s like every quiet moment and thought is being claimed by you. i don’t even have anything grand or new to add right now. just the things you’ve already told me, looping over in my mind. minus one little, new detail. i positively adore learning new things about you baby. every tiny detail you pull out from where you’ve kept it close to your heart, every hesitant confession, every “i don’t usually tell people this”. i eat it all up so greedily. i hoard your little secrets, turning them over in my hands, memorizing their shape. there is nothing casual about the way i preen over the things you’re brave enough to share with me. i hate that you worry your little head over those parts of yourself. i hate that some part of you still expects judgment for wanting, for needing, for simply being the way you are. i am anything but a judge. if anything, i adore individuality. i want every strange, lovely quirk, every burden, every odd desire. your core self is what i love so much. your very soul is what i care the most about. how you dress it up, what you like, what you need… those are trivial in comparison, only adding colors and textures to something already beautiful. i’ll indulge it all, happily. i will learn the exact shape of your wants and adapt around them, make room for every little thing about you i do not yet know. i know the things we have recently talked about feel indecent on the tongue compared to the sweetness of the letters between us. but the truth is, i find the contrast intoxicating. thank you for trusting me with those messier pieces of you. thank you for letting me see my angel in a new light, a positively delicious one. loving the soft parts and the shy ones in equal devotion. holding your tenderness in one hand and your sinfulness in the other and calling both of them mine. every new facet you reveal feels like another bite i get to take out of you, another flavor to savor. so keep telling me. keep handing me those little secrets. i’ll keep tucking them away safely, keep pressing kisses to your worries, keep reminding you that there is nothing about you i will turn away from. you are exactly right. thank you, again, for sharing more of yourself with me. i intend to enjoy every version of you i’m allowed to touch.
yours,
rune
12.06.25 :
dear rune,
it has been one hundred and seventy-five days since we began officially dating, and i have loved you more and more as each day has passed, and will continue to do so. my heart throbs and aches for you all the time, and it leads me to imagine us in more ways than one. for example, seasons. i love the weather in new england, and i'm so glad we get to experience it together. i imagine you as the transition between fall and winter. a calm, chilly spread of time that, for me, is comforting. cool winds and leaves with beautiful arrays of color laid out on the ground. scented candles put on windows and counters with scents that fill one's head and linger there, reminding them of that time of year whenever they're around. when warm blankets are brought out and lovers sits under them near a warm fireplace. the sun sets earlier, but the night is like a hug who's arms wrap so tightly around everything. i, on the other hand, believe i am the transition between winter and spring. lingering cold that makes itself more apparent at times, but still, in the end, flowers will bloom and the sun will come out. when colors move from dark and comforting to warm and bright, and sometimes cloudy. i find the dark nights and cool weather to be one of my favorite things, especially when it means i can lay with you, and we can warm each other up. i want to be held in your arms, encased with love and something.. not as pure, a mix of the most intoxicating things in my life that i simply cannot get enough of. i cannot remember the exact moment i fell in love with you. it was a mix of every little thing that had added up to then that infiltrated my heart and made me yearn for you entirely. i was scared to fall in love again, scared that i would reach another unfortunate fate. but, now, i get to love you, and you get to love me, and my world has never seemed so bright. thank you for being my safety net, my hand to hold in my darkest times. the person i go to when the world seems to be closing in on me. my comfort, and most importantly, my love. i cannot wait until i get to write real, physical lover letters to you, and press kisses onto the paper just as i can press them to your face.
forevermore,
adrian
12.10.25 :
circe,
i'm writing to you rather late tonight because i miss you. i find that my mind clings to the very thought of you more and more with each passing day. i don't have much to say or anything to add to my last letter, but i suppose i have many thanks in store for you. i know i can be an immature, young teen sometimes. making stupid decisions, surrounding myself with the thoughts of school and my future, letting my premature worries get the best of me. and i also find that with my age comes a lack of experience. even in innocent contexts, i'm a virgin to honest kindness and understanding. you treat me like a human and understand me as a human and that means more to me than many other things. the bare minimum, sure, but not so common nowadays. not in my life. thank you for letting it be your hand that i get to hold as we figure out this confusing puzzle of life together. thank you for allowing me to hold your heart, and forgiving me when i squeeze too hard. thank you for loving me, even when i am at my lowest, or in my roughest moments when i believe that i am not worth the time or words. thank you for allowing me to see past my own fog that tells me i am unwanted. i find that our love is special to me. kindness, tender care, and warmth all sprinkled with a little bit of glittery magic that makes it so uniquely.. us. for all that i am worth, i will love you until i have no love to give, and that will be in a very, very long time.
with every breath and kiss,
adrian
12.15.25 :
my angel,
i’m writing to you after what feels like far, far too long. your dearest has been whisked away by work and some truly awful mental health lately, and it didn’t feel fair to write to you with my head full of static and sour thoughts. even though i love you always, anything i tried to say would’ve felt thin and half-formed, and you deserve more than scraps. so i write to you today in a better light. warm, clearer, free enough of stressors that i can dedicate my every thought to you again. today you’ve wormed your way back into my chest and settled there like you own the place. i welcome your return, and i’m holding you close, both hands around the thought of you. i’m so grateful to feel my mind tilt back toward the kind of wickedness you enjoy, instead of the kind that eats me whole. it feels like coming up for air and finding you right there, waiting. my heart aches to reconnect with you properly. to give you the attention, devotion and sweetness you deserve to be offered. when i dream tonight, i hope you’re there. i hope i get to see you, touch you, and tell you all the things i’ve been saving in the back of my mind. show you the extent of how much i've missed you. until next time and may it not be so long again.
mwah,
circe
12.17.25 :
my love,
i cannot simply express how sweet the sound of your laugh is. when i am the one who gets to make you elicit it, it fills me with a pride that i yearn for until the next time. i simply enjoy existing as your special person. as the person who gets to experience your honeyed laughter in the quiet hours of the night. as the person who gets to know the darker, deeper parts of you. on the contrary, i am also privileged to be the one to hear of the things that make you happy. the things that make you.. well, you. my dear, life is a confusing, complex puzzle, and i am so glad that you get to be the one who puts the pieces together with me, and in the end, we get to see the real beauty it all comes down to together. i hope to continue to be the one who brightens your day. the one who can make you laugh, even if just once. the one who can bring you home flowers as a surprise when i know you're having a particularily hard day. i want to be the one to make you a cup of coffee, while i make myself tea, to wind down after a long evening. i want to commit the smell of your shampoo to memory. i want to remember every beautiful mark on your body. on holidays, i want you to be the one who can groan with me about all of the plans we have, and yet still go about them with smiles. i cannot simply get enough of you, and i hope you know that. getting to hear your voice, acknowledging me, is like a healing treat at the end of any day. i hope to seal my life with you in it. with getting to hold your hand, getting to laugh on dates. getting to kiss you goodnight. it matters, it all does. i'm rambling on now, imagining a future with you. but, i love you. that is all that truly needs to be heard. because it rings truer than any other word i've spoken before. at the end of the day, no matter good or bad, stressful or fun... you are my home. my heart, once a house, now lit up and held so, so gently in your curious hands, is now a home as you have burrowed yourself in there. and i implore you to stay. i am kissing you goodnight, and attempting to shove my way into your dreams tonight.
with all my love,
ciel
12.25.25 :
to the sweetest christmas gift i could ask for,
i am filled to the brim with alcohol, and my cheeks are heated, brain fuzzy. but i had to write to you, even if brief and in a tipsy state. so please excuse my words. i am so so so delighted to spend the holidays with you this year. i am so so grateful that this year is marked with the knowledge that you are apart of this winter with me. i consider you a blessing that i cannot stop giving thanks for. my own little angel. i pray, in ways that are entirely devotional, to whoever will hear me for many more christmas days with you. i want to share more with you in person, but i am patient. i can wait. and i will! because it is something to look forward to. i will kiss you silly and indulge in all the holiday fun that you know i find absolutely yucky. but i will, becuase it is sweet and tolerable and ever addicting if it involves you. unfortunately, i do not have much grand words today. your bf is alchololicmaxxing this evening. but i am staring at my christmas tree with blurry vision and thinking about how i absolutely cannot wait to decorate a tree with you. you are so cute i am sure you will decorate it in the most pleasing of ways. and i will help hang ornaments wherever you want them to be. i hope to share some pagan traditions with you, if you are open. at the very least we can share a yule log. finer details that can be hashed out another time. next christmas, promise me a kiss and you in my arms. i'm holding you to it.
merry christmas,
rune
12.25.25 :
my circe,
christmas today, as well as christmas eve yesterday, have felt so much sweeter when compared to other years. there was something about it that made it much more cozy. that something is you. i am so privileged to be able to celebrate with you despite the fact that the distance between us has been rather.. annoying. to bring attention to the last line of your letter, gods, yes, how i would give anything to wake up on christmas morning and open presents with you. watching christmas movies that both of us have seen far too many times while sitting in each other's arms. drinking and laughing and getting lost in ourselves. kissing under mistletoe, baking and cooking and getting frustrated at everyone else being in the kitchen at the same time. i would love to decorate a tree with you, asking you to reach up to the higher sections of the tree that i cannot quite get to. going out to little shops with you, dressed up all cute. all of this, and so many more traditions and quips i hope you'll allow me to indulge in with you. i hope you receive the kisses i am sending to you right now, and hoping that, in due time, i will get to place actual kisses to your face and lips.
merry christmas, and happy yule,
adrian
1.2.26 :
my sweetest pup,
first, i want to wish you a new year. i know i was beyond drunk on the actual date, states away, scrambling to send you that voice message as the clock tipped over into 2026. i hope it was enough even across the distance. just know that while the fireworks went off, my head was full of you. of the thought of kissing you at midnight instead of at my phone. i’m tucking that wish away for next year, when i hope i’ll finally get to act on it. in truth, last year was one of the roughest i’ve had. rough enough that it reminded me of my lowest points. walking into this year, that weight is still there. it is a shadow that lingers on my form. but for the first time in a long time, i am hopeful about the light ahead. hopeful because that light is you. you were my guiding star last year. with every month that passed, you shone a little brighter in my hands. even on the days when i felt the saddest, there you were, steady and warm and impossibly dear. this year, i want that light to be what pulls me forward. i pray i can offer you the same light in return. let me be your night sky, if you’ll be my star. let me be the clear moon that lets you walk through the dark bravely. i think, for 2026, that would be a nice balance. to next year my love.
kisses to your nose, to your cheeks, to every soft part of you.
circe
1.3.26 :
my sery,
i am wishing the happiest new year to you, my love. last year was also a rough one for me. though we struggled differently, i want to make myself better in this new year. for myself, for you, and for the people around us. i sometimes mourn the version of myself that you and i both knew before my anxiety took over full-force. i've gotten better, no doubt, but i hope that this new year offers new beginnings as well. with that being said, i also want to make a promise (and be vulnerable for a bit). this, in all honesty, is my first.. well, mature and serious relationship. a relationship that is built on everything i've wanted. it's felt more real than almost anything else in my life, and there is a responsibility to make sure we are both happy. with this great responsibility comes my.. immaturity. i know i have been rather lackluster at times in our relationship. i know that i have, in many cases, struggled to hash out my own emotions fairly. but i promised myself i wouldn't just be better for you, i want to be the best version of myself that i can truly offer. i want to unlearn the bad love, and relearn softer, real love with you. i want to understand that disagreements and hurt feelings don't have to feel like the end of the world. i want to learn to love you in every single way you deserve, and to give you what you haven't been given in the past. please understand that my heart swells with all the infinite love i have for you, and that even if my tricky emotions get the best of me, i will never let go of that love. last year, you were the greatest thing to have really entered my life wholly. you became my person, my safe space. and while i know sometimes i can be overwhelming, i thank you with every part of me for staying by my side even when i wasn't myself. when i was so deep into my mind all i could do was spiral, and cry, and want to find myself in your arms to feel grounded. this year will be a year of great advancements and there will be more than enough time spent together between us. i cannot wait until the next time i get to kiss you, and lay against you, and hold your hand and pretend that my palms are sweaty from walking when really it's because i'm nervous. to this new year, to you, to us.
all my love,
adrian