Notes

Dear Monisha,

I came across this post of yours and something prompted me to write to you the letter upon which your gaze is to rest upon. First at all—I would like you to know that I can glimpse your soul through the window present on your writing, on which I am also able to perceive the rhythmic beats of your heart whose the untaintedness is truly captivating. I am telling you it like a big brother.

Completed the premise, allow me to share something with you:

I was not looking for her (@moon.nymphet), consciously—yet, my soul has always missed her. I could know that she was the one my being craved madly the moment our eyes kissed for the first time that I saw her. My conscious being had not realized this at time, but it had been enveloped on a feeling of prophesy of love that was nothing more for us than the act of remory the incondicional love that our souls experienced on past lives.
The Moirai wove on their looms the reunion between our bodies, since our minds, hearts and souls were never really unknown to each other. They not only intertwined our red threads, but tangled them. I do not know where my thread begins and where hers ends. There are many knots of love and lust, among others, that make our love perfect on its divinely profane imperfection.

So yes—of course you will.

If you do not find that soul yet, that person will find you. Do you know why? The souls attract and repel each other daily. When it involves love in its purest form, it will work like a compass always pointing towards the object of our affection. Until then, keep going love the love regardless of having someone by your side. You have yourself and you have Love and you have all this Beauty around you to dazzle, inspire and heal you; and reciprocate the care you seek to have to Earth. If you put love into everything you do, you become the love. And I realize, intuitively, that this is the case of yours. You have become the love you desire daily.

Sincerely,

The one whose name should never be known, but remembered.