Dear Future Lover

Dear future lover,

It's been months and I still can’t get over her. Sometimes I mull over if it’s really something intriguing about her or just my sincerity towards my choices, that our connection keeps resurfacing time and again. In my life so far, I have been very proud of all my firsts; this time I think I might have to believe the otherwise. The sad part is not that I couldn’t have her; sure as hell, neither of us deserved each other. But that she will have to regret one day for the loss she has imposed upon herself. Also partly for my loss of faith in this powerful emotion. And a fraction of grief for a beautiful love story that could not embrace the warmth of the light beyond the dawn. Dear future lover, true that the heart never gets over, but trust me, my sanity has rejected her. If life makes me choose between you and her, I would choose sanity. Mark my words as my sundered soul screams this today. The beauty of such ruin is that a lot changes and yet you only become more of who you are. Dear future lover, this time the more real me would choose the real you, unlike in the past where it chose someone who plausibly never existed.

Dear future lover, we’ll defy the Keats-Byron rivalry and compose a poem together and let poetry inspire poetry.

Dear future lover, meet me soon. Or drop a clue in case you have already arrived.

Truly yours, forever*.

*for a forever that might end in a blink of an eye. But trust me, we will add all the colours of living even in the bleakest moment.

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©Mayan, Feb 7, 2016