After watching the kdrama series Oh Hae Young Again, I got myself compelled to spill the beans of love. In fact, I got so inspired I found myself capable of doing lovey-dovey stuffs. But before ruining myself completely, I’d like to document this letter I’ve made last night to commemorate my love for love.
We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.
– C.S. Lewis
Dear Silhouette Lover,
I’m in love with love itself. I have always been yet there’s no name, no face attached to it. The way it moves my soul, the way I long passionately. I imagine you walk in silhouette form, in waves I can’t catch. How can I? When I don’t know who to account this feeling for? All I’m certain is you make my heart ache in a way that I long for. Not the kind that hurts all your insides but the kind you burn with willingly.
Who are you? Reveal yourself to me. I crave for my own strong love but I’m afraid of wanting something I know I may never get. With this how can I settle for less?
Can I tell you how much I love you even if I haven’t met you? Is it okay to love you in silence, in fullness and in wanting? That I grasped for air deeply whenever a thought of you arise. I had to- because my air is one breath short whenever I think of you. And that is the thing with this love I have – it catches up to me like a thief unannounced. Grabbing my power, leaving me mad.
Why can’t you just exist in simpler terms? Subtle and non-evasive. For I cannot decide if I wanted you to leave me alone or grab me by the horns. But whatever you decided I hope you make up your mind completely. Hurry now and find me.
I'm Charen and I like to write [among other things]. There's an eclectic ink trying to get out of me and that's why I do it. You can find me musing about my travels and life as how I see it. If you know what I mean, come find me.
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