Hello Dear,
How are you? I am not fine. True to speak, for the last 340 days or so, I have never been!
Whatever, let it go. Tell me how is it going on your part.
I think you are quite a bit angry with me- which I guess is okay. I never reached out to you for all of these months. Now when I am feeling too much lonely, I am sending some combination of letters- that has no value to you- perhaps? (Please say NO).
You remember the day, I bought some reddish fluid for you? I gave it to you, to underline some of the beautiful parts of you? You instantly took that and underlined, trust me you were looking so beautiful! Being the poet of the poem, it was hard for me to believe how beautiful it was!
You remember the day- it was raining immensely? We walked through the green, sipped some hot drink with some wet smoke? You were not afraid of getting wet in the rain, I still can see the happiness inside you, even you are not in my diary now!
We went up to a peak- watched the lights running without any reason.
See the fate of mine, now I am inside those lights, running all day without any reason. Going here and there, without any reason. You know your poet, right? Tell me, was your poet like this all along? Tell me.
Haha, you cannot actually tell me. You are still unwritten. You are still in my mind, you are not on my life paper- maybe never you will be.
If, only if, someday, you appear in my notebook, please tell me what I was meant to be, will you? Please tell me, you love me, even if I am bad at writing a single line of you, will you?
Please tell me, you will be written, someday, please tell me, please, will you?
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