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Letter 1

A letter to my own H.E.art,

Thy retainer of my life, why do you torment my soul with such overflowing emotions? Why are you so keen on finding your match?

Don't we all fall in love just to fall in love with ourselves? Why is it that when they say we're pretty, that's the time we embrace the truth? Why is it that we only overcome our insecurities when they've been masked by others? There is no uniformity of physical beauty, but of the soul, there is. So why, why thee must make me endure such pain?

Why do you fall in love with every other human being? That may be the kindest thing to do but also the most toxic, which will burn you from the inside, thread by thread, and soon the whole cloth will be ruined. If people are supposed to be destined together, they will meet. Don't force your way into love. You're loved by God, parents, peers and so many more people. If it's even one friend, it counts.

So please, my oxygen-pumper, I plead with you to stop falling in love with people on the basis of how good they look, how you two would look amazing together, how well off they might be, how charming their personality is. I don't think you can say you're rightly with love with someone until you've seen all their faces, broken all their walls, relished both their best and worst moments.

You can't fall in love with the stranger just because they treated you better than what others had done that day. Don't confuse gratefulness with love, my pulse. Don't forget that love isn't just those sappy moments, its wanting to spend all your present and future lives together. Stop wanting someone to love you like a homeless puppy abandoned by its owners on a rainy day. Because, if I love you, if I love you to an extent that I will be weary of whom I hand you over to, you would trust me more, wouldn't you?

I always believed that those in a relationship were happier than me. What I would like to tell my past self is, honestly, their heart was too easy to buy through looks or sugar coated words. See the demon inside the human soul, then, say you're still in love with the same force.

You, my life, are worth so much more than just mere words and gestures. You are worth the same spark you are made of. What is the price of a human soul? If someone gives you that connection with our souls, that spark that makes me feel our souls were made of the same things souls are made of, I swear to you, I wouldn't want to stop you from getting that happiness.

But, my PRECIOUS, once you do fall in love, embrace the pain and never run from it. Love with all your force, but remain independent. You two were halves of one soul. If they leave, remember, 7 billion people out there still exist. They were just your other half. You still retain your other half. You're still complete as an individual. The gaps sin your heart and the pains of their departure will subside. Your life just started. Heartbreaks happen.

Imagine right now, someone is fighting cancer, someone lost their son, someone just had an abortion, someone was murdered, someone saw their loved ones die. But then again, in the same moments, someone gave birth, someone saved someone from a terrible fate, someone had the best birthday, someone was reunited with their family, someone was finally woken up after a 10 year coma. And you know the best thing about life is that there wouldn't be any good days if you didn't have any bad days to compare them to.

So, this heartbreak might've taken a toll on you, but it defines you now. Make your own life. Do other stuff. Love isn't the only emotion, you know? There's compassion, passion, thrive, thirst, knowledge, sadness, kindness, gratefulness, piousness, silliness, dumbness, rage, hype, daring, bravery, courage, enthusiasm, eagerness, zeal, vigor, spirit, perseverance... Try to experience all of them before the next time you fall in love. And honey, I promise you, next time, without your knowing, you would've found the match without having to look for it. It was just a chance meeting. Just like the last time. But here, the whole world conspired for you two to meet. You know why. Because it was destined to be. And that is always in your best interest. They have had to wait the same amount of time for you as you have had to wait for them.

Now, go on, mend each other, fall asleep in each other's embrace, embark on journeys together, but never forget the journey you had to take to get to this stable and happy stage. But remember me. Remember the old fool who made sense when nothing else did. Remember to love yourself. Remember that you're still complete and irreplaceable. Because that my dear, was the whole point of this conversation.

From your well-wisher,

C.E.O Control Centre,

B.R.ain