I have forced myself to refrain writing something about you like I am not allowed to― but here I am surrendering to my heart and laying my words and paragraphs completely on the line for you to shatter and disperse all over the place. For my art is you. The stars that I use as a metaphor is you, the city lights will always be your manifestation and without your ghost attending into my prose will just be a desolated collection of meaningless words. You are my ray of sunshine that makes my world bloom like a flower in a spring and the same extreme heat that makes me wither in fall. You are the rainbow that gives me hope after every havoc and rain that wipes everything that aches― and if it matters, you are my ache. You are that long lasting wound that just won’t heal and continue to bleed from time to time like it don’t want to be forgotten. You are the blanket that conceals me from the cold but at the same time you are the cold that makes me shiver. You are the shadow I wanted to hide from that’s why I wanted to stay in the light but you are my light. Every time I close my eyes, it’s the image of your face that I see but each time I open, your figment is there to haunt me. You are the memory I wanted to forget but the same fucking memory I wanted to remember. For you will be the best regret I will never forget and the best decision I have ever made.
If it did not make sense at all,
My love, this is to tell you that I am helplessly in love with you, it’s making me insane.
