Letters to You


I watched the raindrops racing down the window pane as I sat there, yet again, reminiscing. All the memories, good and the bad, flashed in front of my eyes like a kaleidoscope in motion. It was then when I knew what I had to do, the same thing I had been doing ever since I left that city, continue with my letters to him.

We had been together for a year before I had to move out of town. I didn’t like it and neither did he but it wasn’t something that we had control over. Long story short, we now live hundreds of miles away but the love remains the same. So every night before I go to sleep, I write my letters to him in hopes that he’s listening to every word my heart longs to speak. And with that thought, I begin my entry for the night.

“Hey, how are you? I am fine, too. I know this sounds formal but, hey, it’s not a ‘To The Principal’ letter. Trust me, it’s not. This is where I tell you something which you probably already know but I want you to know anyway. You’ll have to hear it again and again every time I feel like repeating this to you in a different manner, with different vocabulary. I just want you to know that I’m in love with you. And I’m in love with you very much. So much that I don’t even know myself. I can’t measure the intensity of it; the depth that keeps me happy even when we argue over something; the credibility that keeps me from doing something stupid, really stupid. I hope you know what I mean.
It’s unbearable at times. Unbearable because I have never loved anyone without being selfish, even if it’s just a bit. But, when it comes to you, I can’t think of anything but you. I put you in front of everything else. You are my pride. You are my soul. You are my heart. You are all of me. And all of me loves all of you. No one has ever struck me the way you have. It is your love and your love only that has made me believe in destiny and fate and true love and so much more. If it hadn’t been for you, I would’ve probably been just another naive girl who thinks she knows a lot but apparently doesn’t.
I know I flaunt myself to be a great writer but when it comes to you, I get lost for words. Maybe because the words that describe you, don’t exist. And it’s like I don’t belong to myself. It’s like you’ve claimed me yours. You have captured me in every way. And, you’re not willing to let go. I don’t want you to, either.
If only I had some supernatural powers, I’d make the world stop, so that you and I could be the only ones enjoying all the great things in it. But then, we don’t really care about who thinks what, do we? You are everything that matters to me. And, I know it’s the same for you too.

For now, I believe, I’ll resort to writing these letters to you of all the things I want to say to you. Everything I have ever felt and you have made me feel, these letters would hold all my secrets.
You’re probably sleeping right now and I hope you’re dreaming about me. Because I will be, in a few minutes…”

And so I did…

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.