Letters Never Sent

02

Denied ineffable feeling.

mon amour,

falling for you would lead me to the breaking point of peace which i have long anticipated. admiration is a meek concept of me "falling for you" but i never knew i have reached the bottom pit when my heart beats louder than the thoughts in my brain whenever i come across you physically and metaphysically. a strong premonition that i deny will be assured by the great revelation once i embraced this ineffable feeling i have as the fact that i had finally fallen.

my love, the dahlias correlate to you, for the incandescent exurberance of the flower itself represents your ambiability alike. to me, you will forever be that poem, beautifully written and composed; the song, remembered and euphonious; and my favorite novel, coherent and captivating. meeting you made me realized that love indeed is slow, love is complicated, and love is like waiting for the aurea borealis but getting shooting stars and jupiter instead.

as i write this letter, my hand started to hurt. but the scenery of you and i's first meeting allured me to continue writing. i remember seeing your selcouth beauty and i remember being twitterpatted by you. i then heard a whisper in my ear that ask, "have you fallen?" and my heart responded, "countless times before i ever knew"

I'd prefer to remain in denial to myself rather than to be true, but the longer I hold it in, the more you become synchronized with the melody I'm looking for. I've always been afraid of comfort and longing, but now I'm desperate to be loved and wanted. I have a lot of things that I use as temporary substitutes for being wanted, but now that I have you, there is no point in letting go.

you bring out the best in me that i thought i have lost. and for that, you became too well tangled in my soul. always and forevermore, my love.

with love,
amari