I see the sunroof of your car standing at my main door. I climb down the flight of stairs in excitement and jump off two stairs at a time and quickly open it for you, and there you are, dressed in black, wearing your sunglasses and smiling at me standing along with your beautiful black giant car.
Dear Love,
I am so excited to meet you. I thought we won’t be able to meet for a long long time. I hadn’t been expecting you to visit me, I wonder when will you come to see me. I still don’t know whether you also feel my love as intensely I feel it inside of me. I don’t know whether you love me or not, it’s so difficult to pretend that I love you so much, and it’s so difficult to confess it to you. Your face makes it so difficult to say anything, so I hide it.
What if I always have been a good person, always did a good deed but the universe decides to pull you away from me? There is actually no us? Well, I know this can be true and has a 100% probability to happen that we may never get each other. Am I scared? No! I would cherish each and every moment, tiny microsecond, being in love with you, cause that’s how life is!
I want to call you, I want to meet you. I want to, but I don’t have a reason, I don’t know what to say, I cannot find a reason to justify my strong grown devotion for you. I am unable to understand this heartfelt burning desire to meet, to talk, to see you again and how would I ever be able to explain it to you?
