Hello my darling:
I miss you so. I miss you so much that I actually can imagine how hard my life without you is. Others might preach it, but I’m actually living through this said agony. I thought life would be full of parties and booze and cigarettes, all the contraband stuff that happens when one’s free from commitments. I guess I don’t just belong in that category, but rather going back to my natural side: which is of course, a good loving house-husband. We used to joke about that.
They say tomorrow is the end of the world. It’s the last day of humanity, that last stretch we all have to cross. It’s the end of the line for all us, the epic conclusion to all the happy and sad and both the just and unjust things that has happened to the whole of us. I never really believed that the world would go out with a bang, but if it did, I’m glad that I met my future wife so damn early.
It’s been a joy, an absolute honour to have held your hand through the last 8 years of my life. When the world goes, even no matter how insignificant we were, a tiny speck of dust floating in a world full of uncertainties, our story was written with sweat and blood, annexed in living history both the living and the dead. It was a wonderful journey that I never in my wildest dreams thought could have undertaken, even more so with such a lovely woman.
I just thought you should know, you made a very happy and fulfilled man out of me, and I can actually visualise working hard for our future ahead. The world may end today, tomorrow or even a week later, but not in this lifetime my undying love for you.My last thoughts would not of regret, but hope for in my next lifetime, because even then I would be there for you, with you, all so waiting patiently.
I will always be that guy who watches you with bated breath as you do absolutely anything, be it sipping from a cup or watching telly. I will pay with an arm and a leg to watch the sunrise with you, kiss you on the cheek like I did before at East Coast after our morning cycle. I hold my breath, riveted whenever you doll up for an occasion, wondering to God how much more sensual or beautiful can this woman get.
Do you have any idea what a peek of your legs can do to me, to hold me in a trance for the rest of the day?
Loving you is such a painfully exciting process that it’s addictive, that i want to lie in bed, just to hold you close and stroke your hair aside as you sleep and snore peacefully on my chest. I will smile and look out my window, contented. I can see that now with my eyes closed. You are stunning.
Through the years, I might have transformed into different faces, but when everytime I face you, and look into those big brownish-black eyes of yours, I find my identity, I find my source of love and sanity. I know where my place in the world is, and I’m not a wandering soul anymore.
I know where the rest of my life is, not staring into a dark abyss of uncertainty or loss, but to watch those eyes till they close forever.
You are my all year round summertime happiness, my favourite season to bask in your warmth, the cuddle of your rib-crushing hugs, your enthusiasm infectious, the faint scent of your water in your hair when I bury my nose in it.
I love every bit of you, and I know not what would have happened if your didn’t had me at hello. I wished you will come back quickly; look at me, pining like a little girl. Till then, from the deepest depth of my heart, but then again you should already know…