Writing a long letter

I’m writing a hand-writing letter to one of my precious people living in one of the most lovely towns in South Australia.
I can’t stop myself writing because I’ve had uncountable thing that I’ve wanted to tell them for past 5 years.

For past few days, I write to them in the morning, and I talk about them with my family and my boyfriend in the daytime, and think about them while walking alongside the river in the afternoon, recall the twilight I’d watched at their backyard when the sun sets, and write to them at night till sleepiness brings me to sweet dreams.

Spending time to write to them brings me back vivid memory I had with them, and now I’m feeling like I’m in Adelaide spending time with them.
I really can’t wait to finish writing this long letter and send it to them.

I haven’t felt this kind of relaxing feelings for a long time, so that I’m very, very glad from the bottom of my heart at the moment...
and I ’m very glad that I’m writing a letter with my words...
Then simultaneously, I come up with many other people that I want to write to, whom are living in cities in Japan, South Australia and Milwaukee in the US as well...