To my person (if you really do exist beyond my imagination),
I hope this letter reaches you when you are struggling to keep up with me but you are still bursting in the pink vibrant colours of health and energy. I wish you read this when most of your friends advise you to think about yourself, not about the girl who wouldn’t give her whole to you, who shies away from any kind of label or name.
You see, love, you’re not the first guy who has tried to read me… who thought he knew what I was thinking of. And he couldn’t have been any more wrong than that; but you are not. You are too right for me, you are so very right and, to be honest, you scare me sometimes.
Love, I am sorry. You should know this even when I don’t tell this to you enough. Even when you can’t fathom what I am apologizing for. You are very aware that I keep mumbling how sorry I am and you couldn’t help but wonder when I don’t tell you why and just change the subject to how your day was or how that pancake tasted. You see, I am sorry for a whole lot of things. But I want to apologize most for loving you so much, so so much, and yet not expressing it in the way I should. I do know that you can feel it though; it’s the way your lips part when you notice how I look at you and you realize I am merely putty in your hands. I just wish I could express it out and loud. The first time I heard you call my name in the overly populated study hall, I knew I was a goner. I turned around and as I saw you, all my defences, all those years of self-restraint, vanished. You are a home I never thought I would find.
I also want to tell you that right now, as I am sitting cross-legged on the floor, all I can think about is you. You, love, the one I still find hard to believe that I will find. I want to tell you how helpful you are even when you are not here. The mere thought of your existence makes me want to do all the things I groan about. I am waiting, Love.
-Archita T.
Author: Archita T.
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Author Bio: I am an 18 year old pre-medical student trying to make sense in this world, letting my thoughts wander and turning all the sadness I have in my heart to a more meaningful existence. And despite circumstances, I know that I am going to fly one day ?
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