My Dearest,
It's been long since we last saw each other, just way back then but your face is still what I see in every men.
It's been sometimes when we last talked about a thing that doesn't mean anything ---
maybe for you but not for me.
I don't know if you saw that look in my eyes when we shared glances, it's nothing ---
maybe to you but not to me.
I tried to keep my feelings, locked it inside my heart but still it envelops me whenever I think of you.
I thought before that I knew you but when I read your works you seem to be a very different person but it makes me drawn to you more.
You never even know, how many times I've cried because of my LOVE for you---
maybe IF you did... I don't know....
You never know I made a novel with you as the lead character...
You never know how many papers I wasted writing silly poems of you.
You never know how many sketches of you I hide under my pillow.
Now I've wasted my time to write about you...
The guy I've been longing to touch...
The guy I've been longing to hold...
The guy I wanted to be with...
For the rest of my life.
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