Who knew stars could shine so bright?

You're like a love letter,
I said to you one night,
That night when the stars glimmered so bright,
That it put the moon to shame,
Impossible you say?
It's true, impossible too that I actually feel this way.

Have you ever received a love letter?

If you have, than you will understand exactly what I am going to say. There are several stages to this feeling, and for the love of god, it is amazing.

Firstly, when you catch a first glance of the letter, the way your heart lurches in apprehension before you have it in your hands, that excitement as you see your name scrawled on it, be it unsightly or scratchy,it throws you off. You fall in a trance, a lover's trance as you fight for that calming breath, before you could open the letter. You just want to savour the moment, the anticipation. It's beautiful, it's amazing.

Do you know that feeling? That's how you make me feel.

Secondly, after battling with your very self, and having opened the letter (which you did slowly because you do not want to tear any of it) you see, again (in my case) that unsightly hand writing, it's like a wave of ocean just crashed on you. You're swayed, you're swept, you're everything not on this earth. The theory of gravity does not apply at that time. You can't form the scribbles in the letter, you only see blots of love on it, and those blots are the reason why you're breathing. The first word on the letter, you utter it over and over on your lips, because you do not want it to end. It's beautiful, it's amazing.

Do you know that feeling? That's how you make me feel.

Thirdly, after you finally got over the first word, all you want is to dissolve in the paper, to feel and to live the writings. I love you, it says, and all you want is to give life to those words, it is not as warm as it should be, and you know that. Every line is a gem, and to every line you give your whole life to it. It means more than that. You knit those words with memories, with laughter, with love, with him. Every word is interpreted carefully and kept safely in your heart, locked, never to come out. It's beautiful, it's amazing.

Do you know that feeling? That's how you make me feel.

Fourthly, as you reach the end, your heart refuses to go on, as you wish it was forever, but the pragmatic eye, the curious eye, lowers the gaze, in search of loving words of goodbye, words that will keep you safe. It 's like going to a magnificent zoo, and forced to leave at the end of the day. Inevitable. You wallow in the last few words, gulp it all down one last time. The magnitude of love enveloping that letter, you imagine his hands writing down those last few words, and at that moment, you tell yourself, this is the one, this is forever. It's beautiful, it's amazing.

Do you know that feeling? That's how you make me feel.

You evoke emotions alien to me, my first sight of you on a Monday morning, leaves me breathless for the rest of the week. A single hello from you, sweeps me off my feet. As you talk to me, the whole world begins to make sense, and when you say goodbye, my heart refuses to understand that it is the end.

Do you understand now?

You are a love letter. You are a love letter clad in a mini-sized t-shirt with a pencil as a weapon which you use to write words of love to me, and for that I love you. x