From Our Readers: To the Guy Who Inspires Me to Write

I am writing to you for the nth time, wishing and hoping that someday you can read it with me. Can you believe it has been 6 years of unsent love letters?

"Where are you? I'm waiting for you. Are you happy? I'm praying for you."

I still do not know who you are and how you look like. I have no idea what on earth are you doing or what makes you smile or what causes the creases between your furrowed eyebrows. All I have are dreams of you. Your quirks and imperfections that I find annoying but extremely cute. Your sleepy voice as you mumble my name. Your warm hand which holds mine (even if mine is dripping with sweat, sorry). And your eyes, dark as chocolate, that look into me and see everything I have been trying to keep. Ok. Maybe, my image of you is a little too perfect but hey, no harm done right?

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