Yes, it's you again.
One time, I had a dream of you: Finally, we met. You told me, you're married and have two children.
I was devastated.
You asked me, "What's wrong?"
I didn't say a word; but I stared at you, as if you thought I'm going to plot something against you.
After all, it was all a dream.
Waking up, I cannot think about something else, except you. I cannot contain my emotions, and my true feelings. All I see is a vision of you; creating stories out of my imagination—sometimes, I envision you as something else, and not what you are today.
I haven't heard from you since—the news.
For sure, you don't speak my language; I don't speak yours as well. Yet, I could learn yours, and you might learn mine.
That ferocious stare that almost intimidated me; ahh, those days. Those days when I want to capture the best of your angles, but when you stare, you're always like you have a problem, even though that place isn't exactly where you should spew all your dilemmas in life.
Hmmm.
I sent you "something." Well, if you remember or not. However, why haven't I received your reply yet? It has been three months, and I'm here, still waiting for your response.
You might not have the time, eh?
Well, let's move on.
You found me annoying, eh? You had the feeling that I have an interest in you, eh? You found me nosy, right?
Dear you, I believe our paths are not meant-to-be star-crossed. We're on different levels: You, as the batch-higher and the more successful one; while I myself, have to prove what I can do.
Everything from my heart, mind, and soul... are starting to be empty.
See you when it happens by chance.
With love,
the woman who believed in love at first sight.
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Lãng mạnDear You, You may not know me personally, but I think I'm already familiar to you. (a prose x poetry from Niume) UPDATE: Niume is going to shut down this October 2017, so I decided to shut down my account there (sorry guys if I deleted it, I hope yo...