I know you won’t be reading this, But if you do, I still love you.

Part four of the series “Letters from the heart”.

I sometimes, fantasies about meeting you in person, how would your face looks like up close, how would your perfume scent smells like, how would your touch and hugs feel like when I’m around your arms, and how would be like waking up next to you in the morning, smelling the morning coffee, fresh sheets, and your morning raspy voice. Do I come across your mind during your day as often as you do in my mind?
To feel certain, thinking of you brings this warm feeling to my heart, it’s like wrapping yourself with a warm winter blanket, it’s like letting basking in the morning sun, letting it touch your face. To me, it’s a dream to walk on the land that you walk in Europe, to me, I look into the deep ocean, see the reflection of your face and smile brightly. It’s like how Neruda says it so effortlessly.

“Love Sonnet: XVII” by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

When you talk to me, I sense your presence in my soul and in my heart, more deeply than evermore. I feel your intonation is close to your intentions, your patience while listening to my stories, and your elegance while singing the opera, sing to me while I am sleeping. Speak of my love, heart, speak of my desire heart, I can’t imagine a world without you, walking in this life I can’t comprehend how from all the millions in this world, our roads got intertwined and connected, it’s a true miracle. I’m ever grateful.

Where does lovers go when they are tired?

Will you hold on, my love

Even in a time of trouble?

I want to hold on, my love.

Ghostly kisses

To dream of you with eyes wide open, it’s like floating between galaxies. Every day you are in my heart, I cherish every note and love letter with my perception of this magical world. I am aware my love, my eyes are mesmerized by the strength of your energy and your positivity that overshines my melancholy.

You gave me another meaning of friendship and you resonate to me like the words of Greg Gonzalez.

I’m dreaming of you again,

But I can’t sleep until I hear your voice

You never Loved

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