Dear Emme,
I wrote this while you were sleeping. While you were deep in your own retreat. This sight of you always brings me close to tears. Ask me why and I wouldn't know what to answer.
This feeling that I have for you. It felt like the more I let it out, the more it accumulates inside of me. All of a sudden, saying I love you felt inadequate to match how I really feel about you. And all these words they disintegrate to being just arrangement of alphabets. Thin and hollow.
I'm at a lost now. I'm out of words. Out of means. Trying to find better ways to make you understand who Emme is to Mea. I need you to know . That's all I ever wanted. That's my purpose.
So forgive me, dear emme. Pardon me while I search for a more deserving ways to love you. An all improved alternative to "I Love You". A better color than red.
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