I think you should stop. Stop chasing me with your fingertips over the keyboard. Stop tracing your pen over pages white and yellow, over leaves, pebbles, desks and what not. You drive everybody around you crazy by spilling your Heart over long texts, emails and secret messages on blogs. Why do you Love me so much? What have I even lent to you? I myself haven’t felt this importance of my existence with anybody else in the world. I have always been around people, folded in pages kept in unkempt bookshelves that speak of love and loved ones. But why do you help me reside in whatever you please?

You run behind the beauty of my combinations and dress me up with your innocence.

Be it a lamp post or the vast field that takes your breath away, you scream me out to your journals to describe them. Trust me, I’ve witnessed you cry more than your mother has and watched you love, more than your lovers. I am the blood running right through your heart, right through your brain and into your dreamy retinas. I am the Dream you’ve seen a hundred times a minute in the day and a thousand times in a single dream.

And one fine day I will be the one to recite your dream to the world. I promise, I’ll stay.

Yours faithfully,

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