I feared so deep that i thought i might miss out on describing my love before it's too late. There might be times when sacrifices are required, but whether you get it or not, it’ll be worth it. Loss of anything hurts and it’s a part of life and we move on. The experience is all that we long for in this world and cherishing memories isn't gonna take you back in time, unless we all had a time machine. That way, we'd never grow up.
Everyday was a breathtaking experience, a moment of realization, a sense of fear that all these good things might come to an end someday. The wind that would take your breath away, the cute snowflakes that puts a smile onto your face, the crazy routine and the end of the day with her smiling at you is just what i miss. The exhilarating experience drove me to get those long dried eyes wet in hopes that we will never be apart. The simple life everyday we lived was a recurring experience of day one that included surprises of all sorts. A relationship does not always mean happiness, so there were good times and bad times which we all have, and when the time came to depart, we knew it was worth it. The guessing game of today or tomorrow finally came to an end and it was a new beginning that greeted me with a bouquet of happiness that stayed fresh till the last moment.
The people we met, the dinners we had, the isolated long drives, the bumpy sidewalks that kept us from drowning into our own pool of fantasyland, and oh yes, we did feel sick a couple of times, but she was there. My love for you, has never been compromised or lessened even though we are oceans apart and will live till i breath my last. The most beautiful part was the pride we carried around and the least lovable moment was that never ending pain we encountered while we kissed each other goodbye. Our eyes were so dried up that neither one of us could cry, but simply stare as we distanced ourselves craving one last hug after the last one. A piece of us broke, we share that till date, but never in person anymore. I loved her very much, and so did she. Love appeared to be in its purest form, and we never really said goodbye to one another, we just left.
Years went by, we never spoke but I realized there cannot be someone else like me who would cherish her each day. If you come across this letter of mine someday, you'll know it's me, still hoping to see you soon. I love you Chicago!
