I look at the balcony on the fifth and I see a couple kissing madly. His hands on her chest, her legs on his, and both wrapped around each other. I take a deep breath and I look at the pool instead. I sit there lost in thoughts about you and how you would hold me just out of the shower and pull me in, as we bathed and kissed. I touch my lips remembering your touch, your lips.
To distract myself from your thoughts I search for a movie to watch and as I watch the movie, I am reminded of you. Every scene, every smile, every line, makes me miss you so much. I close the movie and I just look at your pictures and I read your letter again. I am ecstatic. I miss the days spent with you. I have complains with these distances between you me. Why are you so far away. I am getting sad and I hug my pillow, holding your letter.
For a moment I can’t believe it, it’s actually a love letter from you, it’s your handwriting! Do dreams and fantasies actually come true, Oh they do. You made it true. How I am reading every word in amusement. You write so well. My heartbeats rush reading your letter for me.
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.
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?