i was wondering and
isn't it so
fascinating
that there are just twenty six letters.twenty six of them to put together
feelings of all over the universe.
feelings and imagination of everything fathomable, yet intangible
in the world.
just twenty six, that hold in them
the entire universe, its existence and being.they are twenty six of them but
placed together in various million orders,
make a word so different,
a sentence so deep
that it puts every other tangible stuff to shame.they are everything you need
to give anything a form,
a weight.and it's fascinating
isn't it?
these same alphabets
lend sense to a thought so
contrasting
than when
they are
placed in a different sequence.
but
never still failing to
give a form to
one's thoughts and
imaginations, so
beautifully
so perfectly.but love,
is it so hard
for me knowing
that no pattern, no arrangement
no combination or specific order of
twenty six letters
could ever be
perfect enough to form a
rightful sentence of
words, that
could
ever completely
portray my actual
feelings for
y o u.because dear,
i've never
ever
been in love, as
i've been
in love
with you.and darling that is
too much love
for just those poor alphabets to bear.

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y o u
Poetryi've never breathed more, as i have around you, but breathing in the same air as you, was suffocating enough to make me want to stop. but, love, you can't just stop breathing like that, can you? [in which, she writes letters to him, letters tha...