Memories of us

            Story Time: A letter to my lover

                                    Part 2:

                       Memories of Us

Authors note: This is part 2 of a letter to my lover. If you haven't read part 2 yet, head on to this link: The Art of our love.

My dearest love, I was so thrilled when I received your letter. Until my eyes comprehended the words that you have written. I hoped that with time our love would only grow deeper. All this time I have lived under the illusion that things were finally getting better. Was I a fool to hold onto the memories of love? Have you forgotten the strength that we found within each other? I opened the doors of my heart for you because you felt like a fresh breeze that revived me. Each time I'd be left waiting till the day I would see you again, feel you again, and even have you close to me again. Every road I took has been to lead me back to you. So how could you close off the path where we were meant to walk again? There is no reason for you to be a brick wall, and even if you become one at least allow me to decorate your walls with the paintings of our love. My ears long to hear your voice, that tone that sets balance to my rhythm of life. I might have been a fool to leave you in the dark. Blame me for thinking that our love would light up your day at each start. I opened up my world to the possibility of you. How could you become a mirage in the desert of my mind? A wonderful illusion that disappears the moment I get closer. When I received your letter at my office my eyes lit up. My smile curled in delight, just thinking about you has that kind of effect on me. But your words cut so sharp. I felt like a victim under the blade of your doubtful mind.  What must I do to melt that Ice fortress around you? If you could only realize how deep my love runs for you. I could climb mountains in search of your shadow, cross rivers just to reach the foot of your being and still, it wouldn't feel enough. While I cross oceans just to be set free by your gaze, why must you be so tough? Display the terrors that separate us from me and I will slay them while I imagine that they were the monsters that made you so fearful. They only saw you as an object of the lustful, but I could see beyond that. I'd admire the way your words danced from your mind each time we'd have a chat. You were so fierce in being yourself, your blunt mouth had warned me not to fall for your charms. I am but mere flesh, how could I resist wanting such a sparkling beauty in my arms? You not only seduced me with your beauty but with the way your intelligence made love with me as if you were writing poetry. I became your sonnet, without your inspiration my echoes would sound hollow. My love for you has no on-and-off button, despite being fed with sorrow. Don't wipe me away like the red from your lips. I am not a stain or a blemish instead I want to share with you the beauty of love. I want to admire you, support you, and even grow old with you. All because the only person I can feel connected to is you! Forgive me, the deeper this new reality sinks in, the more I find myself at a loss for words. Why do you leave me behind with the memories of us?