Notes

Hi

Greetings madame, I decided to type out my letters to be fair.

Yes, the minute details didn't come unnoticed to me.
The way you'd push me away is just so remarkably amusing you know?
But there's only one problem. You can't.

I find it flattering that you'd actually take time to read my letters.
I am currently trying to write this letter that's overwhelming with emotions
and trying my hardest to convey them all. Albeit, it seems that I would
fail because these emotions are progressing and become ineffable.

Dear, let me tell you that I am quite persistent yes? And yes.
I give you the guarantee that I am here to catch you before you
even fall hard on the ground. To me, you are my fragile flower.
The rarest amongst the rare. But I keep you not that for ornamental
purposes, rather because I seek to nuture you.

I seek to give you my affections and passions.
Simply putting everything in a less complicated term, you are my oxygen.

I need you in order for me to breathe. You give me the pleasure that
I deny myself of. Loving you is the only thing that I won't deny.
Although I have fears, I trust you enough.

You're the only girl who will spend Christmas with me and eat smores,
who'll hold my hand when you're feeling cold, and the one who'll be
in my embrace when the cold nights draw near.

I give you the privilage of breaking my heart as well. But I trust you.
I trust you with my sanity as well.
You either break or mend me.

I admit, I'm not a Dean's lister nor have a 3.1 GPA unlike you but,
I'm as rational as you are if not more.
(Let's face it. We both know that I just don't give any damn about school. You know
that I'm actually smarter right? OKNO.)
I don't really like seeing things in their superficial aspect same as you.
I am a logical thinker and it isn't unbeknownst to you.
(I have bragging rights after I won in the National Students' Congress in you university.
Hah. In your face. JK JK JK.)
But there's something about your existence that makes me irrational.
And the thought of it send chills down to my spine. I should hate it.
I should hate that I'm being irrational when it comes to you.
I would've despised the feeling if it wasn't you.

I loathed you so much before but I came into an epiphany that
you cannot love someone without hating them, and now,
I guess it was nice loathing you after all isn't it?
There's a thin line between love and hate.
Probably it was love that I felt for you but I was
deceived by my own mind into thinking it was hate.

No worries. You can be sure that I've settled my inner conflicts.
Need less to say, give me the benefit of the doubt that I would
take care of your broken heart and mend it along with mine.
I'd treat it with utmost gentleness.

Darling, expect me to do so. I'm a slave of your so-called love after all.
My angel, I'll never let anyone rip your wings off. You'll be safe in my warmth.


Sincerely,
Dan

PS: Would you have the honor of becoming my girl, Dayne?