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To you, who have always been there whenever I need a hand to hold.
For all the quirks and random thoughts we had. You have always been there to sit and talk to me, ready to hear about my day, and listen to my random rants about life, and all my quirks, and complicatedness. I thank you for being my sunshine, my hope, and my happiness. You may have made me cry, but you have also made me laugh. I cannot just put into words how weird, yet content you make me feel; It is so deep and mesmerizing. So chaotic, yet so peaceful.
It's like you're a box full of sweet surprises; an unexpected birthday present waiting for me on my doorstep; magical serendipity that came to life to sweep me off my feet. You are a star so bright that you immediately caught my attention; a ray of hope perfectly made to match my dark and unclear path; the only ingredient to spice up my empty life. And if I wrote our story, it would have a plot twist full of tears and pain. But full of hope, and no more waiting in vain.
Our love story is a perfect masterpiece written by a perfectly imperfect author whose life is shaped and molded with roadblocks, detours, mountains of sorrow, and oceans of bliss and pure joy. I will write you with all of my overflowing love for you. And you will never, ever, be gone. You are always sketched and glued to all of my pages, tattooed on my heart, a scent that lingers in my nostrils, and a note in my mind. You are not just You. You are a hundred and million words to my novels, a thousand and more plot twists with a happy ending matched with splendid poems.
You are a character made to come alive. A very realistic story was so familiar that it left an indelible feeling that coursed through my veins. You, my love, are a fire that will never stop burning, filling me with all your intimacy, to which I can never stop wanting for more.
You are not just my favorite metaphor, because to all of the figurative languages I include in my writings, you signify all of them. I would catch all hyperboles and hand them to you as a sign of my incalculable and indescribable love. You brought colors to my dull and wearisome life, and gave me something so inspiring that encouraged me to transform my lackluster stories into riveting ones. I became more than just a little writer wondering if she could make a difference. For you made me a prolific one, ready to explore you, and our story, and how deep our love could be.
Now, as we celebrate our first month together, I want to let you know how truly grateful I am from the day I met you. This prose poem, acrostic poem, novels - they are not enough to tell you how much I love you.
You woke me up from my torpor, from my hiatus. You gave me the answers to all of my questions, and gave me assurances to all of my what-ifs. My love, here's to more years with you.
