Dear Love

Dear Love,

Whenever I encounter a couple strolling hand in hand, I marvel at you.

Whenever I regard my colleague embracing his spouse, I mull over you.

Whenever my pupils linger on Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling wetting each other's lips, I sense you.

I think about you all the time although I'd denied it in the past. Thoughts of your existence haunt every fragment of my mind. I crave to admire your Adonis figure. I ache to kiss your smooth skin. I desire to inhale your alluring scent and gaze into your hypnotizing orbs as we chat about the unpredictable weather. But I can't do so when you've been neglecting me for more than a decade. You don't notice me at all, do you? I'm the blind shadow with a crooked cane that everyone ignores.

My best friend said you're the most magical thing on earth. It's like being struck by lightning and its electrical impulse vigorously danced along her axon, enlightening every single neuron in her body. She felt more alive than she ever did. She thinks immensely of you till date, even defended your being when I was insensibly thrashing you.

A tenacious urge waltzed through me that day. Her sturdy words of you kept singing in my head. I decided to give in and search for you. I wore the most enthralling outfit I could track down in my closet. My messy auburn curls were decently brushed in an attractive tress. The color red outlined my thin lips, giving them a refine and silky touch. I knew I wasn't perfect. Nevertheless, I desired to be one for you in my utmost impressive ornaments. Everyone sight piqued a curiosity in me as I sought for you. I waited and waited for hours under a stormy cloud, contemplating what to say to you when you presented yourself. Alas, my wait appeared to be pointless. My hopes of you remained hopeless. Everything was in vain. No magical thunderbolt hit me and nothing enchanted was anticipated. But instead of creating a new fairy tale, you shredded my heart into tiny pieces.

After that day, you transformed my life. I was a forlorn soul. My happy-self had vanished into thin air. My lips seemed to forget how to stretch themselves to form a natural grin. My muscles grew rigid. I was heartless.

Guys muttered how pompous I was, simply because I refused to date them. They didn't understand me. I didn't have the energy to waste on one night stand. I knew these silly fools weren't you. Their words of you sounded fairy-like and yet, they felt like ashes polluting the ground.

Life is brief and I'm tired of taking your languid memories to bed. I'm still expecting to be found by you, to be swayed off my feet, and to finally get my happy ending.

I don't have much time left. I'm reigniting my hopes. Come and steal my breath away with your charmed words at the emergency room.

Alanna BA.