Love Letter

Until we meet again A usual morning and I am sitting on the bench outside the bookshop. The frosty wind is slowly caressing my cheeks and allowing them to turn pink. As far as the eyes can see, the sky is covered with clouds, blocking the sunshine. That reminds me of my first love. The person who showed me what love looked like and blocked this beautiful view for the rest of my life. Clouds always disappear either with the wind or after the rain, depending on how much pain they behold. If they are filled with extreme pain, they just cry, gives us the reason to smile in the form of rain and just disappear. But what about the thunderstorms? They are the cries of the universe, maybe. If I ever get the chance to talk about my first love or to describe him, I’d say a hurricane. Not because it was an unforgettable feeling, but because he detached me from my origin and threw me somewhere far away. A place I didn’t know ever existed. He made me feel loved but also left me with an unbearable pain. His absence caused me numbness. “I thought my heart was dead until I found you. If ever in my life I have to define love, I’d simply say the thing between you and I. Ever since I started to understand “what it means to be in love?” my taste in men changed a lot and someone once told me “what you’re looking for in a man doesn’t exist. Lower your standards.” So I stopped seeking love and started to look for a person who’s willing to give me a decent living. I stopped looking for my soul mate or more like stopped believing in them. But the day you crossed my path, my heart started to feel again. I know we cannot spend our lives together, but at least I have found this beautiful feeling. I won’t say I am in love with you because I am not. What I feel for you is far more eternal than love or any relationship on the planet earth. Even if you are the absolute flirt still also, I am happy that we met. The bench I am sitting on is right next to the window of the nearest library. The library where we shared our first book because all other copies were in the restricted area. I want to pen down all the conversations we have ever made to tell the world how heavenly these mutual feelings are, but then I am afraid someone might fall in love with you. Maybe with your words or with the heart inside you. I am writing this letter to express my true affection to you and not expecting anything back. I came to the town for growth and to heal my wounded heart and now I am leaving with a heart filled with love and pain. And I am glad to inform you this pain is something we all long for. I humbly request you never call it love because the inhabitants of this world are clearly unaware of what love is. Touch is the highest form of intimacy and people think the only way to feel loved is to build a physical contact but you made me feel loved without even a nudge. Being in someone’s prayers is the highest form of intimacy, and we barely talk about it. You my dear, is always in my prayers and out of all of them I am penning down this one, may you know the worth of your heart and give your heart to someone who’s worthy of it. I must say goodbye to you now.” Until we meet again.