This love letter starts with a million pieces of thank you, delicately woven and kept inside my heart.
Our beginnings are slowly fast, vaguely clear and imaginarily real. The smiles that have invaded my once inactive lips owe it to the smallest of gestures, rawest of emotions and warmest of thoughts. You are rarely here, in the same way that I am rarely there. I don’t look for you, miss you or, even for a second, feel a bit of longing because there is no you…. There is no me.
Just us.
We have a “we” that has turned its back on time, space and norms, a “we” that laughs at silly utterances, abrupt “I love you’s” and human warmth. Ours is not human. It is warmth that travels through the heart. It’s not human, it’s supernatural, ghost-like. Our love does not speak of moments that end but of hello’s that reverberate through what is not seen but felt. Our love is a dream, a nightmare, a premonition.
It is everything but reality because what's the use of reality if we can together dictate the dances and songs of our dreams?
This letter ends with a million pieces of thank you, delicately woven and kept inside my heart.
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