Dear You...

His POV

Get into your favourite position, rest your head back, and let me tell you how I feel about her. The ‘her’, yes. I wrote it on paper. I had to slip it into her hand some minutes before she left.

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I know you’ve always asked me about my point of view when we first met, and I always told you I couldn’t put it into words. Well, I had written it on paper since the first time we hung out, so I added a few things. Read when you get there.

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Dear You,

It’s been 9 hours since I saw you for the first time, and all you’ve done is occupy my mind. In my heart, you’re sitting in a corner, sipping coffee, acting unbothered, but you’ve got me all tied up in strings.

I would never know the true smell of oxygen because whenever you are near, you take my breath away. Every time!

I marvel at how easily I allow my heart to perform stunts because of you, whereas if it were any other circumstance, I would’ve visited the hospital in no time.

I remember the first time I saw you. You. Truly, I had never seen anyone more chaotic. You walked into the party with your beautiful heels, and after taking a few steps, you decided slides were the better option. Then, in front of everyone, you changed into said slides.

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I prayed that you would sit at my table, but you sat at the one in front of me. I couldn’t stop staring. You. Your face, your dress, the way your lips morphed into a smile when you saw your friends.

When you got to the table, a guy stood up to pull the seat out for you. I’m glad he did that, because you looked absolutely classy, even with the slides on.

I couldn’t pay attention at the reception. Wherever you went, my eyes looked for you in the crowd. You were my favourite view that day. Congratulations to the married couple, though.

I could never muster the courage to talk to you because of how shy I was until the angel on my shoulder told me that if I didn’t talk to you that day, I probably would never see you again. So during the after-party, when you sat close to me, I said hi, and that was it.

Before that day, my most beautiful view was a clear rainbow I saw in June, but you, looking at you, watching you smile, made that memory feel like I was at a trash site.

We talked for a bit inside, then we moved outside because of the noise. I watched your friends give you a thumbs up, and I thanked God for that confidence boost.

Talking to you was the easiest thing. I didn’t have to explain core terms like I usually would’ve with my other dates. Your intelligence, your mind, your choice of words, the way your eyes trailed the trees when you talked about your passion. I was gone, and I knew it.

I knew you must’ve received a billion compliments about your beauty, but when the spotlight from outside the hall landed on you, I just had to say it. And your smile when you teased me about being beautiful, too, made me melt.

Dear You,

I have locked my heart with you in it. No one is coming in, and no one is going out. I am content with you. I want to be better to love you better.

If your next interest is poetry, sign me up for that class. If you decide architecture is the way, I’d gladly take a course. If you want to be an artiste, I’d learn how to produce music. If you want to be a model, I’d join the very best photography masterclass.

And if you want to do all these things together, I’ll be your everything all at once.

I have never thought of myself as a reckless lover till the coming of you. Never forget that my heart beats for you, T.

Happy 6-month anniversary. I’ll see you in 6 months.

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Hi, I’m T, and I cried.