Letter 48

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Dear Ardere,

Why, it is a word so powerful that it has the strength to move mountains as high as the sky. When I was confronted by the why, it was obvious that it would wreck my mind. The word infiltrated my consciousness. It put my merry mind into a gruelling grind.

"Why do you love her?" asked the goddess Divine. Answer to that question was right in front of my eyes. But it wasn't something that did justice to the lady of mine.

How can I say that I fell for the cute sounds you makes when you laugh? How can I say that I went head over heels for the little gesture you make when I zone myself out in groups of friends? How can I say that my heart ran away to find yours because it felt comforted when you understood my grind? How can I say that I fell for everything that makes you who you are when I do not have the right to call you mine?

Your eyes, your lips, your hair, your mind, your soul, everything about you has enticed me in a tango with myself. I want to confess but I don't want to risk what I already possess.

Yours,
Asura

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