Postcards from where I stand

Dear, I’m sending you this postcard from the sky. I’m flying at 124 feet with my best friend. He says he sees you writing in your room.
Yours faithfully, from very very high in the sky.
Dear,
are you serious?
Your’s faithfully, I don’t know for how long.
Dear,
Me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you and me and you.
Your’s faithfully on the wall.

Dear, I’m sending you this postcard, from my living room. This night is way better without you, because I can see you the way I want. You would destroy everything if you were here.
Yours faithfully, but from afar.
Dear,
I’m sending you this postcard because I know how to make you feel better. Let me know if you want to.
Your’s faithfully from a beautifull place.
Dear, this is for you
“çiçeklerin kokusu
Dalgaların şarkısı
Rüzgarın fısıltısı
Bir sana bir de bana”
Your’s faithfully, I mean it.