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A Letter To Mon Chèr
A Letter To Mon Chèr
My Zahir,
Love is an arcane.
It is alluring, it can either help us to be our best version or can shatter us completely.
It has the ability to fill the lacuna our life has or can make us an expendable piece that no one cares. Why do we feel a strong sense of affection for strangers in a matter of seconds yet be so emotionally distant from people who love us unconditionally? Love has the power to do insurmountable deeds yet it can make us purposeless beings. Loving you gave me a plethora of happiness, strength, the ability to do things I never dared but it also opened up the dreaded pandora box filled with melancholy emotions making me quiver in pain, anger, and distrust. At times, I wonder is this a way of loving? Am I deserving? Is it normal? Why does this make me sad? But all thi
s leads to a raging inferno within. Watching people expressing love to their other halves gives me paradoxical feelings. The ecstasy of perceiving love as a pure form of energy being transmitted to other individuals leaves me craving for your love. I feel happiness is an emotion no other person is responsible for apart from oneself but still, I believe that we can separately infuse the joy in one another's happiness and celebrate it with comforting silence. Even after all this, if our love gets jaded, then how are we supposed to handle it? The solace we had felt with each other, can it ever become the cause of our eternal damnation?
My love, these contemplations are all waiting for you to be heard, acknowledged, and answered prior to us becoming an illusion.....
Your acomadador lover..
