A Love Letter

Hey,

When we first met, my heart stopped. It just stopped beating. And for the first time in my life, I had those feelings. I stood behind the door for several minutes, acquiring the courage to take that first step towards you.

After the months of awaits, that whole day, those some minutes felt like years. Before coming to you, I went inside the office, just to check in the camera where are you sitting. You were alone, solving something in your notebook. And I was looking at you, trying to think about what is going in your mind. Are you as excited as I am? Or is it just me? I don't know how, but that moment my heart knew that it is, that this is going to be the last first date of my life. My heart somehow knew that you are the one. 

Reading our old messages, it's literally unbelievable that you fell for me despite that? I laugh at my self for doing that. I was just pouring my anger at you. For me, after my last message, it was over. I had zero hope for us, especially after knowing how I behaved. And look at us now, I have finally found the one whom my soul loves. 

After that day, when we were crossing the road, you took my hand in yours and left after we crossed the road, since then, I am too involved to stay away now. My every thought is consumed by you. I find myself daydreaming all day, daydreaming about the life that we will have together. 

I read it somewhere that a woman's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment. And you know your girl is an expert in this case. She has planned her every breath with you. I guess I overthink a lot, but it feels heaven when I see you proposing me. When I imagine us getting married. When I see a little girl coming toward us.

I am still counting every minute and second until I get the opportunity to wrap my arms around you again and fall asleep in your arms. You cannot imagine how much I want you at this present moment.

Do you remember the day when we got drunk and you held me in your arms, for the whole time. You weren't letting me go. I wasn't drunk, I was in my senses, I just acted being drunk, because I enjoyed the attention. You caressing my hairs continuously, I was in your arms. How could I act sober when acting drunk got me this. Okay, I was a little drunk, but little means little.

It's been more than 30 minutes since I wrote the last word. My hatred for endings is making it difficult to end this letter.

I am ending with the most beautiful lines I recently read. 

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

I love you from my heart and soul !