Dear You

Chapter Fifteen

I still think about you, even during the rainy season.

Simply because there are heavy rains, doesn't mean I won't think of something good.

...just as I thought. It's always you who'll make my heart go beating every single second in my daily life. It's like you're always the hero of my imaginative world as an escape route from all the harshest realities I experience in everyday situations.

After all, you're still the apple of my eye, and the rose in a sea of thorns.

Never shall I see myself not being with you, every time the world of fiction opens up every slumber I take. Each time you're the hero of the story, I write everything. I try to recall each and every single moment of your movements.

I still have to wait for your response, back in the real world.

I wonder where my package went. Maybe you have received it, but you still haven't told me.

Regards,

Your admirer.