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To the nameless, unknown girl I always have written for…
With all the restlessness of an untold love, hidden away hopelessly in the confines of time. Yearning, waiting listless for that moment…or for several of those moments when my eyes aglow, would acknowledge the fulfilment of my love for you. Nameless, faceless, unaware of the turmoil I house each day and each night as I burn my dreams to see you more clearly in the light emanating from their lit tips. Tears well up so often that you are as yet in oblivion of my very existence…
There is that tiny glimmer of hope though. A little hope that perhaps you too await for me..or someone like me. That there is inside you that same restless, kindled heart that burns in me, each and every waking moment.
But until then, I will await your coming. I will seek the paths where few walk, for that is where I know I’ll find you. I’ll read the faces of people on nights when the moon is in its prime, for I know that your gaze will widen in delight upon a full moon’s light. I don’t mind this wait, this hopeless, listless wait, regardless of what the world or the people think of it.. Do not give up as yet, I am seeking you as strongly as I hope you are seeking me…
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