I wrote a hand written letter to you. In an old envelope which was little torn in the corner on a rustic paper to give it a vintage look. As you like it. You were kind of old fashioned in your styling since beginning.
I received an anonymous letter. An old torn torn envelope delivered at my place. The paper was rustic and the hand writing was pearly. I knew it was you.
I kept it anonymous because I didn’t want it to be thrown into the dustbin without even been read once. I wanted you to know how I feel about you and I desperately need you here right now with me.
You asked me to come back to you. I could imagine you crying while writing this letter as the the paper has been soften. You were requesting, rather pleading to have me by your side. I too want to be back, but I guess we are late.
The letter had your name beautifully carved forever in it. I addressed your be in every sentence, just because I like it so much. It sounds heavenly to me.
I remember your obsession with my name. How you used to not miss a single chance to take my name. My name sounded so good from your mouth. I wish I could keep those lips again.
I haven’t slept since the day you left. I keep dreaming about you with wide open eyes. My skin misses your touch, my fingers want to be entangled in yours, I want to feel your breath on me.
I want to hold you so tight and hug you so bad. I want to make love to you again and again till your body start shaking. I work more than usual to distract my mind from missing you. I want to collapse into your arms to never woke up again.
I wish there was a world away from this pretentious world where you and me will be together only to never be seperated. I love you!
Perhaps, we’ll meet again not in bodies but in souls. I love you, too.