I am writing to you for the nth time, wishing and hoping that someday you can read it with me. Can you believe it has been 6 years of unsent love letters?
"Where are you? I'm waiting for you. Are you happy? I'm praying for you."
I still do not know who you are and how you look like. I have no idea what on earth are you doing or what makes you smile or what causes the creases between your furrowed eyebrows. All I have are dreams of you. Your quirks and imperfections that I find annoying but extremely cute. Your sleepy voice as you mumble my name. Your warm hand which holds mine (even if mine is dripping with sweat, sorry). And your eyes, dark as chocolate, that look into me and see everything I have been trying to keep. Ok. Maybe, my image of you is a little too perfect but hey, no harm done right?
On typical nights, I go to bed and picture a future of us. Different scenarios have been created by my hyperactive imagination that I think can already pass for a very romantic teleserye. *cue JaDine theme song* These are usually moments about our first meeting. At the corner of a street. In a coffee shop. Inside a plane. Name it, I probably have a well detailed tale prepared. If it is not that, my mind jumps to the part where we do things together. We eat our hearts out while doing a marathon of our favorite series. We travel to different cities with no itinerary at hand. We enjoy the stars as we escape to the beach. We read books about love and politics. We argue about sports and entertainment. Or we simply take a nap with our headphones on.
Obviously, I have so many fantasies in my head. Sorry for being a crazy, hopeless romantic and thank heavens giving me outlets of this insanity through paper and pen. You are immortalized through letters, poems, songs, and stories. My dear, I hope you know by now that you are behind almost everything I have written. You are the leading man, the superhero, the bad boy and the nice guy. You are the Mr. Darcy to my Elizabeth Bennet.
And for all these, I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for helping me grow in my chosen craft. Thank you for giving me hope when light seems to disappear. Thank you for inspiring me to dream of multiple worlds and parallel lives. Most importantly, thank you for allowing me to love despite the fact that our dull realities have not crossed yet.
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