The Letter

We were sitting on the sand along the beach. It was a pleasant day. She looked nice as usual; I was scratching my beard as usual. I was not a fan of walking personally, and she loved long walks. These long walks though; I got to know how she would tie her hair when winds were strong, how she was scared of cats because they stare at her, apparently, and how she tucks her hair when it comes along her face. I don’t know how people defined pretty, or beautiful. She was both though. She did not have the cleanest jawline, but her smile; if you ever saw her smile, you would smile too. It sounds stupid, I know. She wasn’t the “whitest” of all. But when you sit across her and listen to her talk about things, you would see that passion had no boundaries. I could just listen to her go on, and on. We’ve known each other for a long time now – 5 years. In this time, I’ve felt things that I never knew existed. I felt passion, even while sipping ice-tea from that old cup she gifted me on my birthday. Even if I told her how much this heart holds, how much I love her, I knew I couldn’t make it sound like she would, if she was to say that to me ever. She lived a little far from my house, but the journey always seemed to be longer than the time I spent with her. It was ironic since she magically slowed down time. Today we met at a café near her apartment. “Every breath you take – The Police” was playing in the background. I was in the music video, staring at her. I then came back to reality when she started talking. I had the letter in my hand that I wanted to read out loud, or maybe just handover. I just kept it inside my pocket, and I went back to passionately listening to her.