Ophelia Writes

My father raised me high, to touch the stars afar. He perched me upon the moon. My father unfurled my wings, guided me to the sky. He released me to soar, to ascend and defy. Carried me with delicacy, in the palm of his hands.

He warned me, "When I'm not here, it'll feel tough, but also warm. It'll be your anchor in hard times. But it'll teach you longing, how to manage without me, how to carry on, how to live and how to keep going no matter what."

So, father, today I stand here in all my vulnerability. To break down, and cry, tired of being so strong. Your little girl finds it difficult to bear your loss. It has been eating me alive everyday for six years. Your absence bears a heavier weight on my shoulders than my own demons. Father dearest,

Having you around made me feel safe and okay. Now that you're not here, it's tough, I'll say. With you by my side, I didn't have to worry at all. But now, without you, it's scary, and I feel small.

You were right, baba, the world's harsh and unkind. Facing those demons solo, I lost what I defined. I need you to hold me tight when I cry, be there when I'm down, cheer me on when I succeed, and love me, always around.

Mother,

I've got your grace, they say, Your youth, your look, in every way. But what seems to be life for you, Feels to me, like a plea for something new.

You worry about what to do with me, A daughter who won't just agree. For I won't hide my pain, won't pretend, Unlike the women before us, whose life led them to contend.

You've seen them, shrink and hide, Taught girlhood and life's harsh play, side by side. I worry you cause I seek to go beyond the lines. To know and learn how our life defines.

You tell me often, worried and sincere, "This world's rough, my dear. Conform or it will swallow you, leave you in terror and fear."

But mom, I have this desire, this urge, To fight back and never be tamed. I want you to live your freedom through my rage. I will burn for you, so you get to breathe a sigh of relief.

When I'm not fine, you're by my side, dropping everything, running to confide. Your presence alone brings safety near, my heart swells with love, like a whisper in my ear.

I love you so, it's hard to breathe, in your embrace, I find my reprieve. We're in utopia, a world so grand, with you, the sun shines brighter, and the wind in hand.

Your love defines me, it knows my core, the way you know me, forever and more. If I could, I'd gather warmth untold, shielding you from all the cold, when you were left alone.

You deserve the best, that's why I'm here, and together we'll conquer, no need for fear. Keep your eyes locked in mine, don't let time slip, in this journey, together, until I’ve seen you in bits.

You have the best of me. And for you, I'll stand, bound by love, forever my hand in your hand.

Leaving this city for a place 1235 miles away, But I can't forget the boy who’d make my day, You always praised my cookies and brownies, Laughed at my lame jokes and made me feel so happy.

You tamed my longing and made me smile, Made me feel alive, valued, and loved all the while, You made me feel so important, And I hope you don't forget me, I'm still your friend.

I cried once because you just make me so happy. And we laughed about it, now it's time to say goodbye. I hope we can meet someday in the future, Maybe we can be together again then, I'm sure, I hope you'll remember me enough to miss me, And want to talk to me every day, endlessly.

The night of March 13th, when all the lights finally beamed. The way you made me feel was just so serene, Like an old-school gentleman, you seemed like a dream.

Your eyes on me, we danced with ourselves, Marigold you gave me, I saved on my shelf. Red dress, marigold, all of those songs, Will bring nostalgia that’ll last so long.

The mint choco we shared, now special to me. Wonder what I did to deserve a guy so sweet, I’ve dreamt of this love at thirteen. And now that it's here, it feels like a dream.

My Darling, I'm sitting here, wrapped up in the soft quiet of the evening, watching the day slip away like golden threads through our lives. And in this moment, I'm moved to pour out these feelings that stir within me—gratitude so deep it feels like it's part of my bones. It's something special, you know, to walk this winding road of love with you by my side.

Your words, those gentle whispers that fluttered from your lips, they've settled deep within the chambers of my heart. The way you describe feeling my love, like a warm hug from cherished memories, like reliving those carefree days of childhood— it's like a light illuminating the very core of why we're here together.

When you talk about that calm, that serenity that washes over you, it's like music to my ears. Knowing that I'm a part of that peace, that I hold the key to your sanctuary, it's an honor beyond words. Your trust in me to guard your serenity is a gift I'll never take lightly—it's a symphony of trust, painted with the colors of vulnerability and love.

The thought that my love can bring that relaxation to your soul, that it can create these moments of beauty between us, it fills me up with this joy that's beyond measure.

Every look we share, every touch we exchange, it's like a masterpiece painted in the language of our love— a dance of affection that echoes through the timeless corridors of our togetherness.

You have this way with words, even if you think otherwise. The way you express what it's like to be loved by me—it's a tapestry of emotions that I hold dear, each word a treasure that adds to the richness of our devotion.

And when you liken my love to the innocence of childhood, it's like finding a treasure trove of simplicity and purity in this world. Our love, it's a haven where laughter echoes freely, where the fabric of our affection is embroidered with threads of pure, unadulterated love.

Every beat of my heart carries this immense gratitude for being able to love you in a way that reaches the very depths of your soul. To be the one who helps build the serene sanctuary where your spirit finds peace, it's a blessing I'll forever cherish.

Finally, our paths converged in the embrace of the night, A journey through time, bathed in a soft, moonlit light. You, the epitome of a gentleman, dressed so fine, And I, in my evening gown, with stood still time.

Roses, red and white, in my hands, they lay, Like our love, passionate and pure, in every way. You leaned on my shoulder, finding your abode, In the depths of my being, where love freely flowed.

Your scent, divine, filled the air like a sweet refrain, Intoxicating as ever, like the falling of soft summer rain. "I love you," you'd whisper, words so dear, dipped in love, meant only for my ears.

Your loving gaze, a testament to my grace, As if I were a masterpiece, standing in that space. In the car, a tension so thick and hard to deny, Words left unspoken, emotions soaring high.

Your gentle touches, fingertips on my cheek, In secret, you'd try to hold my hand, so meek. The night felt like an old movie from the past, A '60s date, where love was meant to last.

Our walks and talks, dreams of a forever union, The bracelet on my wrist, a symbol of our communion. I can't bear to part with it, the memory it contains, Your urges to hold my hand, a love that never fades.

Your black shirt, infused with my scent so sweet, It became a part of you, a memory so complete. Now, forever bound, that night lives in our mind, A moment suspended in time, a treasure we'd always find.

If I could, I'd relive that night, a million times or more, The best night, you said, a memory to adore.

Tonight, in the soft embrace of the night's tender shadows, we stand on the precipice of a moment yet to be lived. Tomorrow, our paths shall converge, and I beseech you to clasp my hand, gazing upon me with the warmth of affection in your eyes. I harbor the hope that your actions will echo the promises you whispered, caressing my gaze, cherishing the essence of my beauty, and worshipping the cadence of my words.

My Beloved Admirer, In the depths of your words, I uncover a universe of sensations, each one more enchanting than the last. Your expressions of affection cascade over me like a gentle rain, a downpour of love that nurtures the very core of my being. It's a symphony that touches the strings of my heart, creating harmonious melodies that resonate through my soul. When you declare, "It feels heartwarming," I envision a hearth within your chest, a flickering flame that grows brighter in the presence of love's sweet caress. It's as if your heart, once shrouded in the chill of solitude, has discovered the warmth of an eternal sun in the love we share. Your words become the golden rays that embrace me, igniting the embers of my own affection in return.

You speak of your body relaxing, and I am transported to a tranquil garden where every nerve and sinew finds solace. It's in the subtle release of tension that I see the telling marks of your heart, and I marvel at how love, like a skilled healer, knows how to mend the fractures within us. Your love is the elixir that soothes the aches and anxieties, an antidote to the complexities of life. As you say, "I am at peace," I imagine a tranquil lake at dawn, where the water is so still that it mirrors the heavens above. In those serene waters, I see our love, untroubled by the ripples of the world. It is a sanctuary where we can bask in the sublime serenity of our affection, undisturbed by the storms that may rage beyond our embrace.

And then, my heart flutters with a bittersweet ache when you compare our love to childhood. Your words carry a nostalgic undertone, as though you've uncovered a chest of precious memories that have long been buried. I discern in you a longing for the unspoiled innocence of those days when love was pure and unburdened by the complexities of adulthood. Your recognition of this longing is a glimpse into the hidden chambers of your soul, and it resonates deeply within my own heart.

Yet, amidst all this, you confess your difficulty in expressing yourself, like a humble bard struggling to capture the full extent of his emotions. This admission is a testament to your emotional depth, as it reveals the profound impact of our love on your spirit. Your struggle to articulate the profound beauty of your feelings is a poignant revelation of the overwhelming nature of the love we share. In the exquisite tapestry of your words, I find the brushstrokes of your soul, and I am endlessly captivated. Each word paints a portrait of a man who seeks simplicity, craves the tranquil embrace of love, and, in the eloquent nuances of his expressions, conveys the profound depths of his affection. With every syllable, I fall deeper into the enchantment of your heart, and my love for you grows ever more ardent.