u/-AmFine-

My love, today teacher asked me to think about something bigger than my ego. Without a second thought, my soul tells me the answer: it is my love for you.

It means accepting that we aren’t perfect, we make mistakes, and sometimes we hurt each other without meaning to. We have boundaries, but we don't use them as a weapon to punish. We have self respect- we’re secure in our own value. We can apologize without feeling inferior, and we can take criticism without feeling insulted.

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Golden sunlight, thick as honey, spreads over a lush green carpet of grass, dotted with dandelions in full bloom. Outside, white clouds drift lazily across a deep blue sky. A choir of red robins chirping on magnolia branches, the flowers' scent mingling with the cool breeze that slips through the ajar window.

We wake up late, indulging in slow, lingering lovemaking and the tender warmth of soft touches. Later, we bask in the sun at a corner cafe shop, I’m in a sundress, you are leisurely reading a book while sipping coffee in your classic outfit that never seems to change.

We drop by a nearby supermarket to pick up some food for a grill. I prep, you cook, the little cat wanders around our feet, and of course your favourite beer in your hand.

 Happiness isn't a destination- it's a slow Sunday wrapped in love and freedom, having you by my side, just like this.

Once, I loved you wildly, fiercely. Once, I desperately hoped you would pull my hand and we would run away to a place only for us, like how you said you would burn down the world because it was me. 

Through all the pain, I’ve learned to tame my fire, accepting it is what it is. But God, how much I wish you had met me there.

I love you and will always love you.

I’ve been thinking about how the craving to be liked is such a fundamental human instinct. Since the dawn of time, being accepted by the tribe meant survival. That’s why feeling a spark of joy from a compliment or a sting of pain from a harsh word is just part of being human. Even for those who claim to be detached from the world, unbothered by the swings of joy, anger, or sorrow, a sincere word of praise still warms the heart. I’m speaking of the majority of us, not few of the enlightened masters who have transcended this earthly life.

I am just an ordinary person, often caught in the crosswinds of emotion. I used to feel the hurt when met with malice. But as I look inward, I’ve learned to use my inner strength to put on a mask of indifference. It’s not about being fake- it’s about knowing exactly who I am and the goodness I carry. I’m no longer affected by those who don't get me. After all, I can’t force someone to love apples if they only have a taste for peaches. Comparison is futile.

From the very  beginning, we felt a profound soul resonance, an understanding that lives in silence, and a sense of encouragement shared through our glances. I feel incredibly lucky to have someone who truly understands me. And because you are the one I love, I no longer feel the need for anyone else to see me the way you do. I feel whole and almost complete in our love.

We have always been in sync, as if possessing telepathy.

Recently, when every event happening around me pointed to the exit, suggesting that I should depart in both a physical and perceptive sense. But just thinking about the possibility of never seeing you again, all logic became non existence.

My heart said it is not the time to go, and deep in my soul, I know you are not ready. There are times when I thought I would leave and stop caring, and I remained silent for a while, but that was also the time when I put myself in your shoes and chose understanding to come back.

 

Perhaps love only needs sharing, understanding, and absolute trust in each other.

The first time I looked into your eyes, like you, I didn’t know what I was venturing into, but I knew my thoughts for certain at that moment: I wanted you to find confidence in yourself and affirm that you deserve it. And in a quiet way, fate shifted its wheels.

I have never regretted loving you, and if I were allowed to start over, having to endure sleepless nights, and days, where I stare blankly with overflowing tears... even if the result remained unchanged, I would still choose to love you once more. 

Because loving you and being loved by you is the most wonderful thing in this life; it is a feeling that perhaps only your magical pen could describe. I am so lucky not only to live in this love but to have the chance to immerse in your letters. 

In fragile moments, when dark clouds of doubt pull across the deep blue sky, I reread your words, choosing once more to persevere for our connections. If dark clouds come, just let them pass. Because our love is not the sky, but the sunlight that always exists behind. 

Despite our circumstances, our relationship has reached the threshold of a spiritual partnership. A place where pain is not for resentment, but for understanding. Distance is not for separation, but for appreciation and words are not merely to be read, but to be held close to the heart.

If this universe is merciful enough for us to be together until our final days; and if not, I have been, I am, and I will forever have you within my soul.

I love you