Letters to him

Letter 8

Dear Noah,

You once asked me why did I give us a chance? Honestly, I don't know what made me do it. Maybe the deference with which you treat me. Maybe the way you loved me. You've always left me wondering if that's your propensity, the way you love me, because no matter how hard I try I somehow always end up screwing up. But you don't. I never thought anyone could love anybody's flaws the way you do mine. I try to do it, every day I make efforts to love your flaws but I fail. I have this perennial battle in mind and somehow I always lose.

I think it's our differences that make me admire you. You're like an adept and I a rookie. You're intrepid towards life and I circumspect.

Maybe it's your cogent views that made up my mind to give us a chance. Maybe it's your proliferating love that keeps me going. I have always admired your zeal towards life. How you have a plethora of stories for everything you've experienced. You once said "what is life but a bundle of stories".

I hope I get to be a part of your stories now, when you tell them to others, I want to be a part of them till the end.

Yours,
Patricia