Dear A
The first time you told me you loved me, my heart stopped.
I felt fear.
Fear of what? even I can not be sure.
I felt fear.
Possibly because I was certain that I had been feeling the same way but I was afraid to admit it.
Saying it out loud made me fear that I might not even mean it.
Uncertainty was another key factor.
I knew I liked you.
The first time I met you, it was like I had seen you some time before.
It was like meeting an unfamiliar but yet familiar face.
Once I got to know you, I enjoyed each and every minute of the time we spent together.
The smile on your face, always makes me smile.
Even your weird humour and unfiltered words, make me love you more.
When you told me you love me, I questioned everything.
For a while I have been doubting if I ever felt love for anyone.
I did not want to tell you a lie by repeating those three words without meaning.
When I finally told you, I love you and you did not believe me.
My heart broke.
It made me doubt the feelings that I was sure I was feeling.
Every laughter, smile, weird humour and random conversations have meant more than you can ever imagine.
It feels like I have known you for more than this short period time.
A part of me always knew that falling for you was inevitable
Even though I fear, I might fall for you and you might leave me.
But I want to love without regret and I know fully well that I do not regret the day I met you.
I do not regret saying I love you because I meant it.
I hope this love lasts and is not fickle but ever lasting like time and space.
There are words I would not dare to speak
But let me pour my heart out in this written piece.
With Love
M