Rantings Of A Hopeless Lover To Someone Who Had Long Moved On

When we hadn’t met, I knew not that ripples on still water are more able to catch and hold your attention than a nearby loud brawl happening at the same time. I never knew that I would ever see a deity in your mortal entity when thunder lights shone on you as my embrace would make you lock my neck with your hands, passion in your closed eyes.

I never knew how to create life in exchange of thoughts, stories, hopes, views, fears, dreams, desires and finally a kiss of assurance. Yes, I believe we had created a life with our ability called love.

 

What we had…

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What we have created is more beautiful than a collaboration of two artists or even a newborn baby. Let your heart lay soft for a while and ponder with me on green evenings under a meek sun. Who were you and who was I before that light drizzle at the end of September? We were just two people smitten by a fond promise of togetherness.

All those who have walked before you and I, have lived to collide in bones of their one and only with a trust that defies death. Or, just to return home to warmth, familiarity and a quiet and encouraging compassion, to be buried in each other after having faced the tough world with strength taken from last night’s embrace.

 

What I find when I look around…

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Not all have had the taste of such redemption in companionship. This world is meant for beasts and there is a food chain we all know of. There is no free lunch and no question of love. There is no wisdom in expecting such depth in fellow humans and we are not meant to be vulnerable or naked to each other.

This world has decomposed the notion of relationships. Men and women have learnt to accept each other as commodities to reap the benefits and look forward to a new option only to feast on it and pass it on for an exchange offer of another package.

 

I don’t want to be one of them…

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However, two people still find each other in this ghastly world and build a fortress together. How lovely it is to imagine that they do not have to be salesmen and saleswomen who have packaged themselves with cheap means so they could be picked up for a price so cheap that they all forget how valuable and meaningful they are.

But then again, two people still rise to be blessed by sunshine when they save themselves from the curse of apocalypse – the apocalypse of self value.

 

There’s a lot to lose…

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I believe that there is a reason for everything. If there is a desire to find someone to love and be loved by, there is a need for it.  It’s not a perfect world and that’s why you must fight every day and night to survive. It is only the burning love shared by two people that saves us from the end of innocence.

No human should touch that sublime state of love, that white ray of kind hope and be brought back to face the gutters of this world stripped of value.

 

What I’m working on…

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Therefore, I have to say that although I believe in God, I do not take Him or Her as my master. Since I must find my own path, I shall not accept defeat to circumstances. It is my right, as it is yours to bathe in that light that you and I have been gifted with.

I have deep reasons and motivation to not give up and I will not. I shall learn, work and carve a path that is wide enough for the two of us exclusively and hope that I do not have to walk that path alone.

 

Take a look at the distant…

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Now, I have set my priorities straight and it all begins with us. I look at you in silence and storm, waiting for you to look around before you finally rest your eyes on me, hold my hands and build that fortress. We can have windows with stone sills where we could sit and smile at memories as white as the lighter clouds.

We could be so much more than a memory broken in two pieces and carried away in different directions. Wouldn’t it be sad if we weren’t at each other’s lobes to help out when one of us couldn’t figure out a part of a faded puzzle piece of one of our memories?

 

I must have rambled on too long but…

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That light drizzle on the late September evening was a housewarming gift to us from time. I hope you stir that sugar sweet and pour yourself into my life for you are ever flowing into me and I am ever increasing in volume for you.

Please save us. I love you.

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