PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: ONCE UPON A TIME

Once upon a time, I fell in love . Talking to her became part of my daily routine. Every morning, her voice was the first thing I heard. She would call the moment she woke up, and no matter how exhausted I was, how early it was, it didn’t stop me from smiling and saying good morning.Then at Nine o’clock EXACTLY, she would call and we would talk until she fell asleep. And I would stay on and listen to her, she talks in her sleep sometimes. How much I wished I could be there and kiss her. I longed to read her  text messages and emails as often as I could. I wanted to hear her voice and I wanted to know everything I could about her. I dreamed about her - and the dreams were very vivid and seemed real. Sometimes I would wake up and go through much of the day thinking about my dream as if she had been with me the day before and left, and felt like I was missing her.


We decided to met in Lincoln Center. My past experiences taught me to think it might not have been everything I thought it would when we were just writing and talking, but I was wrong She was the most beautiful thing my eyes ever set on. She never wore make up, and That’s how I liked it. All the things I thought I loved about her was there....her openness, her kindness,  and her acceptance of me. No doubting that "this is love." Eyes longing for each other, a sharing of moist breath and iris' pulse. A rare touch eliciting truth in unconditional positive regard. Desiring to follow her naturally seductive lead. Heaven on earth. Lasting memories after years of pent-up passion.

What I love the most was that she always smiled, at the tiniest things. Anything really, and her laugh? Oh man her laugh. She hated it, but she could never stop. And no matter how crappy my day was, when I heard her laugh, my heart  would soar. Then there were the days, when I thought she would stop smiling. When I thought she would never stop crying. Man.. Have you ever felt so helpless in your entire life? And it hurts,  I can’t be there to hold her. I love her. The kind of love that did not need any reminder. It would be a subconscious thing to know that I, with all my heart. I also always admired how strong she was. No matter how much she was dying inside, she never changed. It just became a bit harder for her to smile..but she got through it.

Dear future soulmate: I love you, and I wish I could love you everyday.