Dear miss yet to come,
It’s been ages since you and I had a talk. Remember those nights when you would lay in your bed and I in mine and imagine us, walking together on that beach that you one day had made a little sandcastle with nothing but hands, yours and mine. That little roof which fell most of the times but in the end was strong enough to stay. Remember those steps, the initial ones easy to build, but as the height increased it became difficult. We stayed there together until it was complete. The right kind of perfect we wanted, With the right amount of imperfections. It was our little heaven, our escape from the world. A world where we both were failures, where our identities were lost in the crowd, minds churned in the way of the mob, we were nothing. But this place, this little paradise was our relief. Remember how we would run the length of the beach to catch each other and then when we would be tired we would sit and watch the sun go down, the crimson sky, adorned with little stars, a moon trying to wake up from its deep slumber, sometimes a comet rushing away from its tail or maybe sometimes a unicorn in the clouds. It was magical, a dream turned reality. You sitting by my side, holding my hand. Truly. And while I try to hold control over myself, not let my senses go loose, go haywire, turn into a storm, all I can do is look at you. The way a sunflower looks at its sun, the climber at the peak, the eyes look to the infinity. Sometimes you say I make you uncomfortable by the way I look at you. But Dear, it’s one of the least I can do and the its one of the most you can do. Be uncomfortable, turn your head away from me in that way which can kill because I won’t turn away. Many say, one look of the heaven and you won’t need your eyes. I say give me more eyes so that I can capture my heaven in every way possible, infinite, uncountable, multidimensional.
Now as we go back to our homes, the real ones, I want to remind you how I will wait for you. But Dear Miss yet to come, don’t make me wait too long. There are things we need to do.
That sandcastle needs a new roof.