2 A.M. : April 9, 2013
I must tell you that you have enchanted me in every way possible. From the moment I set my eyes upon you, I was well aware that you were the answer to every bedtime prayer I have ever recited. All my life, I have carried the weight of three worlds upon my shoulders by enduring the painful uncertainty of the question: “when is he going to find me?” As juvenile as that may sound, I cannot deny the fact that I am a woman, and every woman is born with the violent desire to acquaint the man who will—forgive my use of cliché—sweep her off her feet. Long, scorching seasons have come, gone, and turned into frozen lakes and frost-nipped noses, yet my question still remained unanswered. The second you bestowed the gift of your elegance upon my rugged interior, however, every nerve in my body froze stone-cold. The walls that I have so carefully constructed due to many hours of endless torment, willingly collapsed at the sound of your voice. Every fiber of my being cried out your name and not a single hair remained flat on my skin. My hands grew numb; my feet fastened to the ground on which I so powerlessly yet immovably stood as if a bucket of cement had intentionally been poured over them in attempt to trap us in an unrequited love. I felt winter piercing through my bones, yet the flames of a thousand summers igniting the core of my heart. Your presence stilled me; your graceful air suffocated me; your beauty captivated me entirely; and your charm completely bewitched me, all my body and all my soul. To think that I could have the pleasure of being so vulnerable, so weak at your feet, I consider myself abundantly blessed. I had no certainty of anything until your life validated the purpose of my own. I am not a woman of great understanding, but I know that love, when absolutely genuine, cannot be questioned, mistaken, concocted, or mocked. It has the incandescence of a million burning suns and could, if desired, incinerate countless villages and vast meadows with the spark of a tender kiss. True, passionate love could seduce even the mightiest king into neglecting his throne. No bright and brilliant star could ever outshine your beaming smile. Though I have waited for so, so long and have also struggled to maintain my faith, I undoubtedly deem your heart worthwhile. Had I known that every tear I was to shed would lead me to the foot of your doorstep, I would have cried seven more seas, that the world and all her people would be aware of my infallible affection for you. I will never part from you, my sweet, nor my mind from your hands or my hand from your cheek. You have stolen my heart, and I am definite in my decision that I never want it back so long as I shall live. I am perfectly, wholly, consummately, irrevocably, and most ardently in love with you.