The Love Letter

Dear ***,

I tried to recover my failing courage, my saliva uncomfortably stuck in my throat. I closed my eyes and enveloped my fingers around my hot cup of coffee, bracing myself for the coldness I might be getting after I let you see my soul – bare, honest, scared and horribly wanting. I wasn’t brave enough to tell you that time, I’m not built to accept too much rejection. So I’m writing this letter because I’m too much of a coward to tell you that I love you, more than I expected. I surprised myself too, you know, I’m the selfish kind. I would probably feel like I won the lottery if you told me you loved me too. But who the heck wins the lottery anyway – one out of millions who are willing to bet a couple of bucks. I wish I had picked the right combination – the right person, place and time to love but sadly, I wouldn’t know even if the winning ticket stared me in the face. Don’t feel sorry for me – it is like feeling sorry for millions who bet their twenty bucks – the difference is that I used my heart and wished it was the ticket to win yours.

I love you.


Faith