Lucky

To my dearest, 

Happy birthday. I hope you have the most amazing year ahead. 

I am writing to you, answering some of the questions you've been asking for a several years.The question of how much I love you and why?.. I have always evaded it. I think today is the right time for me to answer that question: why do I love you, and more importantly, why do I want to be with you?

The answer as to why I love you, I probably don't know and will never know. I think there's no point in searching for the answer to that question because, at the end of the day, all that matters is I am in love with you. I don't think I could ever love someone as much as I love you, will love you, and always shall love you. Ever since the time I met you, it's been a wonderful journey. It’s as if I'm a valence electron always in a hyper-excited state around you, trying to watch you move, catch a glimpse of your smile, look into your eyes, hold you, hug you, touch you, kiss your forehead, kiss your lips—everything about you is just divine beauty. There is nothing in this world that I would trade it with.

As for the next question— Why do I love you?

I want to do everything—everything that you want, everything that you ask for, everything that you pray for.

I want to wake up next to you every morning, I want to look at you and wonder how lucky did I get (pretty sure you're also wondering the same- "how did he get so lucky"). I want to kiss you as soon as we wake up. I want to kiss your forehead. I want to cuddle with you and interlock our fingers early in the morning. I want to curl your hair and tuck it back behind your ears just to get a glimpse of that smile.

I want to hold your hands while you walk on the road. I want to buy you new and different kinds of nose pins and nose rings. I want to give you a massage when you're having a very bad day. While you work, I want to make sure that nothing disturbs or bothers you. When you're giving a speech, I want to sit in the corner, take wonderful pictures of you, and gleam with pride.

I want to adore you, admire you, and be inspired by you. When you're feeling down or hopeless, I want to give you a hug, kiss your forehead, and ensure that no matter what happens, I'm there with you. After a bad fight, I want to make up with you. I want to fight with you because those fights bring us closer.

I want to see you sleep, snore, burp, and fart. I want to appreciate every minute detail and every bit of the different person that you are. When you're drinking coffee and looking for your glasses, I want to tell you that they're on your forehead. When you ask me to buy you mascara, I want to say, your eyes are seductive enough and that you don't need any mascara. I want to talk about you around my friends and tell them that you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen and that I don't think I would ever want to be with someone else other than you.

I want to give you random kisses. I wish to hug you. I yearn to be with you because being with you feels like home. I desire to give you random kisses.

I want to make a checklist for you when you're traveling and ensure that you are carrying all the right things. I want to drop you off at the airport and pick you up from the airport. I wish to drink with you, snuggle with you, cuddle with you, and make love to you as much as possible.

My dear love, you are the ultimate embodiment of everything perfect that I have ever sought. Nothing in this world can change or diminish the love that I have for you.

PS- now, after reading this letter, when you are in tears, I want to take your glasses off... wipe your tears and hug you tightly so that the mascara leaves a mark on my shirt. 

PSS- you don't need a mascara and you know why!! ❤️❤️ 

PSSS- I am lucky that I found you in this life time only

Love, 

PKA

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