3 Arrived here, the knock on my door.

The letter had come along a ribbon of joy and grief at the same time, the opening of the letter and reading it the same night made me realize how weak my heart had been since a long time. The curves of his words were imprinted on my heart, it felt like my smile was to be aimed for by little paper darts. Time had been playing games all along, but for the first time, I felt like I had won. The smell of his letter captured the room's essence but soon made me realize his absence. It'a funny how a single piece of paper can make me feel so many emotions, made me worry about so many notions. I had written him 178 letters for three years now, hopefully, one day I could send those out.

oh to wait for a love that is kept hidden from everyone, it feels like for me he is everyone and at the same time no one. If only I could make him read all this wouldn't I look foolish?