In Chicago, the sun is frozen for more than half the year. But there is always the linger of hope when I think of you.
It seems you gave the right reason why we BOTH are up so late. There are thoughts that haunt our minds, questions that need to be answered. So what if you cannot teleport, your voice means as much to anyone as your presence would. I am not sure why you are experiencing a sense of loneliness, but I do wish that I were your constant source of happiness. And though education is something that is very important to both of us, sometimes, I wish it were not that important because I would like to talk to you for as long as I can. Because tomorrow comes way to soon.
No one can tell you what your purpose in life is. However, I know there is something that you were born to do, and that is to make everyone you know and everyone you will meet smile and laugh. I've learned this from the way you treat your family, your friends, and me. Because when we talk, I laugh and giggle at your words because it is YOUR words that I cherish the most. I was not afraid of you, but how easy it was for me to trust your character. I was not used to it.
Even if you may not know it, my heart and words always sing for you. They sing songs of encouragement when I am happy, or songs of sadness when I am sad. You always conduct a part of the symphony because you help end every song in a sweet, comforting melody. Words have always been my strongest way of confession. I can express my imagination. I imagine our first embrace, the first firm and gentle touch of your lips upon mine, and our first touch; sensual and caring.
To say I love you, wouldn't even penetrate the distance between us. If you should never meet me, I will find you. If you left me, my heart will search for yours forever. Travel by land and I will learn to run. Travel by sea and I will swim. If you choose to travel by air, then I would have no choice but to grow wings and fly to you. If you were to die and go to hell (something impossible for you) then I would sell my soul. And if God said it was your time, I would give you my life.
My family could disown me, my friends renounce me, and the world oppose me and my arms would still yearn to wrap around you in comfort, and my lips desire to touch you with understanding. So if you wonder how I feel about you now, then I cannot say that I love you, because what I feel for you, it has no title. And as I end this letter, with shaky hands, I write and say this now and true...
...if you decide that I am not enough, then no other man can have me. No one else will capture my heart. Since what I feel for you has no name, I am forced to settle with love.
Cephus, this letter is MY definition of the difference in a relationship compared to a friendship. A relationship is a rare level of intimacy. This is how I feel.
Your Little Flower,
Jasmene V.
Jasmene V.
P.S.
In Chicago, in my world, the sun is frozen for more than half the year. But it is always a blaze of heat while you are in my heart.
