Dear my angel baby,
I cannot change the painful-bitter fact that we did not get to know
each-other and that I did not even get to see your face, or hear you laugh and sing with you
But I know we will meet eventually
And before that day, I
have things to say to you. Things that maybe you already know
Sunshine is one of my favourite thing
in the world. When it shines, its warmth touches you like a soft kiss from the
universe.
I imagined having you on my lap and
we can just shower under the rays, I will tell you stories my grandparents used to
tell me, we can share ice cream if you like. My favourite flavours are;
Pistachio, Hazelnut, Coffee, and a combination of them three.
We will read together, day and night. I will allow you to pick your own clothes everyday. There will be one room in the house where the walls are built for you to paint. However you like it.
Also, I am telling you, we will always have dogs. You will like their company.
I do not like Italian food. And I always... always have a bad hand writing. I
hope that does not get to you:). The handwriting, I mean.
I love the beach. And everything
that it brings. Oh, how I wish I can tell you what the smell of the ocean
likes, and how the waves make instrumental sound I think originally made
in heaven.
Or, maybe you already knew?
There are days when I miss you so badly. I will cry and laugh at the same time.
I mean, how can you miss someone you never actually met? Why is that even
possible?
I bet you have a dark as the night hair. You got it from me. I am not sure on
how you look like when you smile... I am aching in wonder just thinking
about them.
Did I regret not having you? Angel baby... I do. I regret everything that we
did not get to experience together.
I regret that I did not even have a chance
to hear you cry or be there for you when your heart is broken. Regret that
there will be no sleepless nights over books and movies and your endless questions about birds, and clouds and love and God.
But this bigger force that is beyond
my understanding is now holding you. And somewhere in my heart I know, that is
where you belong.
Until the day your eyes and mine will struck for the first
and very last time.
Mutual first love, is what I am guessing to happen.
Till later.
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