Hey! I saw this post on instagram. You know how one liners are trending these days? It was one of the post that said “Tell her she is beautiful before someone else does”. And I pictured you. But why did I picture you of all people? I have told you you are beautiful. I have told the same to a couple of girls before you, in the same sense. Why then, you came out to be the one whom I imagined absent mindedly and not them? There could have been a lot of girls whom I could’ve addressed this letter to. But I chose you. So I’m sorry if this insults you, your feelings toward me. I don’t know if you have the feelings as same as mine. Is it mutual, the liking? You’ve told me that I am important to you, that I am close to you. Maybe, I am too cowardly to write all this instead of telling this to your face. I am sorry but that’s the deal with writers. And I maybe want to become a writer so this quality, this thing is inherent in me. But you’ll know when and if you read, that this letter talks about no one else but you.
You know I like Rabia, she’s such a beautiful poet. I love her expressions. I have told you this before. I have told you many other things. In a very less amount of time, you’ve come close to me as a friend. I needed one like you I guess. I have told you all these things which I have never told anyone. I couldn’t. But I couldn’t help trusting you with those secrets of mine. I know you’re gonna keep it all a secret. It is this trust, this friendship that I value. That I have searched for a very long time now and I think the hunt for this person is finally over, for I have found you. But I’m still not satisfied. I want to tell you more. Not keep any secrets from you. Tell you about everything I can, everyone I know, everyone I love or used to love. I want to see you, to meet you. Girl, I am tired of this social media thing. I hate it. Since I’ve found you, I want to give it all away and just talk to you, be with you, do all these adventures and may be also become the subjects of what Zipcy, my favourite Artist, paints. I want, in short to be yours. I can’t say its love, for I haven’t looked deep into your eyes. I haven’t talked to your eyes through mine. Maybe I could if you permit us to meet in a beautiful setting over maybe a high mountain or in front of an endless river. I don’t know if I love you, but I want to know and if I haven’t already, I want to fall the hardest one has ever fallen.
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