Dear You

I get plod away, I see paper piled on my desk, cabinets stuffed with books, my laptop packed with emails and articles, those never fling letters crumbled near the dustbin.

My nerves ached, ached by recollecting those unsatisfied memories of my juvenile self. Now, as my typewriter gets fucked up and my cigarettes burn an end, I shift on my table with a bunch of paper, a pen, and my phone fluttering your contact and showing me that we’ve been talking for 1hr and 38 mins (phew! tired na?) okay then I write my first letter to you, I know you are sleeping and I am witnessing this not so hot not so cold weather at 2:36 am.

I wonder how these 2 months passed by as if I’ve been knowing you for a long time, never felt that you weren’t mine. It’s out of the way I know but somehow you became my language. A language that dissolved in me and rubbed through my skin. It’s even dumbfounding that this language carved a drastic novelty over my persona, a language that made my crave for learning it more and dive boundless, deep inside to discover more and more. There is a fire in my eyes to captivate you, there is a lust in me to handover myself exhaustively to you and love in my heart to accept that you are more than just to be called as ‘LOVE’.

You know? Every night when I use to float in the galaxies of thought and read in the mind’s eye, there is someone else with me who sits with me no matter what I do that time. My hands get cold, f*****g cold and my eyes fear to shut as I know I am not alone, my brain feels heavy but the immense pleasure is yet to be deciphered, I walk with restlessness running all over my nerves and a constant fear of God knows what. Well, don’t worry sweetheart, I know it’s you, it’s you running over my skin all night long, it’s you not letting me sleep, it’s only you in my mind that drives the passion out of me and the hunger to nab you from this world of drama and keep you safe in my compartments of heart where there is no escape for collision. So next time I find you sitting on my stairs and waiting for me to shut down my eyes so that you can enter into my world of phantasm, just remember that you need not remind me every day that I love you I am better aware of this fact.

To end with a construct that we are a collection of stories, stories we read, stories we create. And after too long hustle-bustle in my life, I am finally writing a story that has a mandatory happy ending. As I’ve been telling you earlier that you are the perfect epitome of a Man any lady would want in his life, I repeat my words again. You are the perfect and well fitting metaphor to my poems, the perfect protagonist prince for my fancy fairy tales and the perfect love any girl could have.

Love you till the eternity ❤

Author's Note

Apologies for grammar error! :p

Reviews

[Pravir]

Very romantic . . . it seems you have opened your heart fully in this piece . . . i loved the way you described the whole scenerio of falling in love and the deepest feelings engraved in your heart. . . you painted the scenes ver beautifully and its praiseworthy . . . you also have great word power and the execution part is also done very well . . . just one thing missing was the monologue which could have been a better element to make this more crispy because often readers lose interest if there is only description . . . apart from this you have done a commendable job . .. Kee sharing

[Yashna Srivastava]

Thank you !
Would take your advice into consideration :)