Dear Rolan,
It’s been months from now since I
have written a love letter (if that’s the right word to describe this). You
know that I would willingly write a million letters than to talk things with
you over in just one night. However, these past few days, I haven’t written
anything. Perhaps, I was just too lazy to think or maybe I’m just too tired, juggling
between school and work. But this doesn't mean I stopped expressing my love for
you. My love will remain even if I’m at a loss for words.
Reading the novel “The Notebook”,
my eagerness to write returned. I was
envious of the words of love expressed by the main characters of the story. I
may sound so dramatic but I know that you know I am a melancholic being, hiding
behind words
.
We’ve been into serious fights
lately yet we were able to end it right. We still have a lot of things to work
out - defining differences and
understanding them , but I know we can
do it.
I am happy being with you and I
feel safe when I am with you. However we are separated by distance, the only
truth I hated so much. But then you will just tell me softly – “be patient. I’ll
come home soon”.
A man so gentle and kind like you
is someone I would not want to loss. For I know I cannot find another who cares
and loves me with all his heart. No limits. No boundaries. Love beyond horizon.
Love even after death.
I know my love will not be equal
as yours yet I never heard you complained. In fact, you filled it with your own
love and I hope you will never get tired of me.
There is no one besides you
because there is no one like you. You are my lover and my hero who saves me
from the depths of my loneliness. You are my happiness. You are my shield from
those who want to hurt me. You are my strength when I’m at my weakest. I could
never dare to love another because it’s a shame to think that someone could
replace you. I would rather fight with you, wounded and bleeding, rather than
win and savor triumph with someone else.
Others may doubt, skeptic of this
relationship but I will only ask them –“is your love like ours?” or just
another story of slavery caused by your own love?” I pity them for they will
spend the rest of their lives with remorse and wishes, unlike ours – wallowing
in satisfaction and bliss.
This may be my last letter for
now but please know my love for you is forever.
Love,
Goldy
