Rai's Letter to Rose #ToAllTheBoys

The Darkness Within

Dear Rose,

Jet black, ebony black, and sometimes dim gray when the bright light intervenes. That is all I have remembered since I was born. I cannot see colors. I cannot see people. I cannot see objects. Nevertheless, I can feel them. I do not need to see colors to vividly imagine them in my mind. I do not need to touch the features of your gorgeous face to appreciate what made me fall in love with you. Love cannot be seen, but it can be deeply felt: the way your fragile feet sound when they hit the concrete floor, the honey-scented smell of your hair dancing at the compass of the roaring winds, or your raspy, feminine voice calling my name "Rai."

I remember that wintery day in the yard, next to the cozy wood fire. Its burning smell melted the starry night. The sound of the fireflies' melody was the compass of our song. Amid this soothing natural scenery, we would vividly sing, 'Remember me.' I could sense your agitated breathing as you were getting closer to me. I gently touched your face while my slim fingers were searching for your fleshy lips. Once I found them, I halted when I felt your tears. I softly began kissing your chapped lips, slowly wetting them from left to right while taking with me, on my timid lips, the wondering tear that screamed, 'I love you.'"

"You shouldn't have done that, Rai," you angrily expressed.

"I am sorry, Rose. I was thirsty," I mockingly stated.

Unexpectedly, you immediately picked up the red purse and left the dewy yard. I rapidly stood up in a failed attempt to stop you from leaving, getting tangled with the wires of the electric guitar and, consequently, falling on my knees. You halted in fear as soon as you heard the uproar. I could sense it. You immediately rushed back, helping me rise from the wet grass. I desperately pleaded once more, "Please, Rose, stay with me." You scowled as you pronounced, "Okay, let's continue practicing. Do not do that again." I happily replied, "I promise I won't," as my ocean-hued eyes shone with love.

I do not wish to see what you look like. I can detail you every night in my peaceful dreams. For you, I wake up every morning, begging to be allowed to live one more day. I do not care if wrinkles start forming on the corners of your eyes. I do not care if you gain 200 pounds or lose 200 pounds. I do not care if you lock yourself up in a shell out of fear of getting your heart broken again. I do not care if you are extremely jealous, capricious, or immature. I only care about the way your fragile feet sound when they hit the concrete floor because it means that you are walking towards me.

                                                                                                                Love,

                                                                                                                                        Rai

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