Darling,
I thought
of addressing to you for a long time. I'm doing it now. I don't think these
words could articulate everything that I feel for you, neither can I ever
completely even know how much I feel upon you. Because it is extremely immense
and intriguingly the flavour of heaven where there is no scale or sense of
consciousness.
People say
that everything that happens to you is already destined. Maybe it is one of
the few things believed by people that is true. We were, I believe, destined,
even before I was born. The fetus could actually apprehend to what it hears
inside the womb. I have no idea how I felt dwelling and sprouting inside that
dark pouch. But maybe I've known you from then to which I would have relished
the essence of delight. I heard you.
There
wasn't any day ever in my life that I had spent without you. There was no
chance available for me to escape from you. And I unknowingly fed you in me, gradually.
As days rolled on, I grew an intense sense of liking on you.
Every time
I saw you, every word that you uttered gleamed in me and still is. I started eavesdropping
on your conversation with others too. I imitated your accent. I acted like you.
I was trying to fit in you. I never stopped stalking you. Even if I did, you fluttered
in front of me. I relished you. I thawed every time I relished you.
You were a
majestic creature swallowing me. I took you as I did breathing. You muffled me
like the air. You soothed me like warmth. You escalated me like a breeze. You
were my comfortable darkness. I was desperately, madly and irrevocably mushed
with you.
I've felt
paralyzed, fragile and captivated upon your touch. Ironical are moments with
you, conceiving a fullness in me that infuses me to die and inducing the lust
to live to fall for you again and again.
I've never
told you. But we both knew. Needless to say, I love you, my dear English!
We are
made for each other and will live on each other's love.
Jaye
