a letter that never got sent... one of the many written in her name... letters, poems, short stories... of first touches, quiet walks and butterflies... all for the lady who thought herself unworthy of the stroke of my pen... you were wrong, you know. it was my pen that thought itself unworthy...  of the muse that was you.

For the past how many years of my life, I have learned to enjoy the comforts of solitude. I had always been an individualist who never wanted to be pinned down. Freedom was a gift I so treasured. To the one who came unannounced and swept me off my feet, I know it's long overdue, but still let me say the words I've been longing to tell you. I was trudging through the mists of a jaded path and you saved me. I tried to run from you but you chased me and never gave up. Whenever i was reluctant, you proved that your mind was clear and certain. Whenever I was anxious, you were there to hold me and give me comfort. Thank you for understanding that for all my so-called high ideals, I too am blessed with a flurry of imperfections. Thank you for putting up with my sudden bouts of crankiness and insanity. Thank you for having the patience and readiness to work things out when the going gets rough. And most of all, thank you for making me feel loved and cherished. You turned this lost and tired soul into a believer. I could never thank you enough. When others say we can't, we will. When the odds are impossible, we will make it happen. We will gather all the naysayers and prove them wrong. You make this mere mortal feel invincible. I love you so much, dear...