Thrity-Nine; My 11:11

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“Heaven”

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To the man I love,

Flowers will die, the sun will set but you are someone I'll never forget.
You name is so precious it will never grow old. it's engraved in my heart with letters of gold.

I'll love you like no other, I'll always do forever and your just a guy who's more precious than diamonds and  pearls.

I see you in almost every loving way, you really always make my day, I love your eyes, your lips, your smile don't even let me see that every go away.

I don't ever want to let you down, to see that smile turn upside down, we've had our share if problems but we've worked it out, we're in love no doubt.

Do you feel the same for me? I wonder.

Will you tell me you love me or leave me to pounder?

I want to start a while new life with you.

Do you want to so the same too?

Too many thousand of people's eyes I met in this existence.
Too many faces I saw and then forgot.
Too many “hello's” and “goodbye's”
Too many chances wasted and gone.

The world is big and I am small.
What is the chance in heaven could I find your way to me after all? Fate brought you to me when I am vulnerable.
Can I keep you forevermore?

Three words, eight letters.
The words I never thought I could say.
Three words eight letters
All this time I'm afraid to say.
“I love you,” finally, I got the guts to speak it up.
“I love you,” finally I can voice it out.

I'm aware our hearts doesn't beats the same melody.
I know I'm not your wish during 11:11

Or even the wish you ask every time there's a shooting star. Love is a two way street and I'm here walking alone.

You're the one I love.
My 11:11 wish, my 2am thoughts, my 3am rants and my 4ever regrets. You're the one I keep on praying to God.
Not to give you to me, but give you to the one who makes you believe in the magic of love.

I write bacaue you exist.
I write because I can't hide it in my chest.
I write, hoping it will reach you
I write because I love you.

To the man I love,
Seeing you smile and laugh was enough to warm my heart. Even if I wasn't the reason behind it.
I may not be the one you love, but let me love you till my heart finally stops.

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The letter Anisha gave Lively to give Lucas.
-Author.

F A N Z O N E D; Lucas DobreWhere stories live. Discover now