Everyone is at this Lover under Cover party tonight to celebrate a kind of Valentine’s Week too but I… I had rather stay here celebrating it my way. By simply sending my heart off through this piece of writing…
My dear Valentine,
I’m not writing to you as often as I’d like because I’m always so scared of bothering you or even being a burden. I’m not writing to you as often as I maybe should but that doesn’t mean I don’t care for you. So please don’t think that… because I do care, I always will.
Do you remember that day of cold spring when you walked towards me, speculating that I was the person you went to see? Do you remember me patiently waiting next to that coffee shop?!
I do. I do remember your confident-looking step (because deep inside, you were slightly scared of this thing, weren’t you?! Who wouldn’t be anyway?! But I don’t like to do things the cliché way. I like, even love and speak up for anyone and anything that’s different!).
I remember you saying hi your beautiful voice and smiling your always-comforting smile. I remember you opening me the door and very naturally… I remember you walking into my life.
When this happened, so many things started shifting inside of me, like thousand butterflies. Your voice, as beautiful as the singing one, bewitched my heart. Your words, as soft as a feather, came caress my soul and your eyes, as comforting as an angel’s, turned my mind upside down.
When this happened, I was in a world of my own. I was home. I was surrounded by all the things that compose my entire self. I was strong; at least, I felt strong… But a single look, a single touch, a single word were all it took to enfeeble me. It was absolutely not a grave fall though, it was the most beautiful I had ever experienced. I was barely breathing and all the members of my body were shaking but I had never felt that good.
I fell in love in a world of my own with you belonging to this exact same world. And that’s all it takes to fall in love. That’s all it takes to find your soul mate. You simply need to be in the right place, at the right time.
And now… what are we? Two lost souls, trying to find their way back to each other. Struggling. But trying with all their heart. I will never walk away. I will never give up. Not on you… never. I might be far from you and you from me but what we have now, what you give me now is way more than enough; I won’t ask for more… we have a special kind of love. I’ll never leave you and you’ll never leave me. Hearts hold their own secrets… Once a heart has been bound to another, it can never really be detached from it, even if you try your hardest to break the bound.
You’re in my life. You’re part of my very simple little heart and that’s all I need. Knowing you’re somewhere out here living a beautiful way as I know you do and letting your heart speak through your art, that’ll all that’s necessary to bring a smile to my face. You know… I’d rather die than live a hundred years without knowing you because if I never knew you, I would never have known how I found in you the missing part of me.
You’re extremely important to me and to my heart, almost vital so… please, stay strong. I may not believe in myself but I believe in you. I see greatness within your heart like I’ve rarely seen in another. Be you. Stay amazing. And remember that there’ll always be one heart somewhere that’s beating for you…
Sending off this heart full of love <3
Before leaving you, I would simply like to end this post by quoting my favourite author of all times; I’m obviously mentioning the brilliant Victor Hugo! What a better and more beautiful way could there be for me to conclude this letter?!
“Let us say in passing, to be blind and to be loved, is in fact–on this earth where nothing is complete–one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness. To have continually at your side a woman, a girl, a sister, a charming being, who is there because you need her, and because she cannot do without you, to know you are indispensable to someone necessary to you, to be able at all times to measure her affection by the degree of the presence that she gives you, and to say to yourself: She dedicates all her time to me, because I possess her whole love; to see the thought if not the face; to be sure of the fidelity of one being in a total eclipse of the world; to imagine the rustling of her dress as the rustling of wings; to hear her moving to and fro, going out, coming in, talking, singing, to think that you are the cause of those steps, those words, that song; to show your personal attraction at every moment; to feel even more powerful as your infirmity increases; to become in darkness, and by reason of darkness, the star around which this angel gravitates; few joys can equal that. The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves–say rather, loved in spite of ourselves; the conviction the blind have. In their calamity, to be served is to be caressed. Are they deprived of anything? No. Light is not lost where love enters. And what a love! A love wholly founded in purity. There is no blindness where there is certainty.” – Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
PS: I hope you liked my personal Valentine’s story and that it’ll have touched your heart like he’s touched mine.
It’s just as if my heart had stopped beating for a while now… until it’s reunited with its other half. Meanwhile, I’m reading books, drinking tea and dreaming of the time when we can finally meet again.