As I extend the essence of my heart onto this piece of paper
and openly expose the side to me that is vulnerable,
I request that you keep this letter,
close to your heart and let it feel the warmth of your sweet embrace
that way, you'll always have a piece of me with you when you move far far away
and I'd wish that you would reminisce on our once upon a time days,
where you audibly feel the echoes of our conversations
lingering on the plane of past events
never to be forgotten by our sub-conciousness...

If this pleases you, My Pineapple Queen,
I'd like to tell you,
about how I feel when i'm with you...
When I'm around you, I feel the most certain about myself
I feel no judgement, no need to be mindful about the true nature of my inner self.
To some, my mood, in it's fluctuations
emphasizes the temparement attached to my mind called
melancholy-me
but most ever meet phlegmatic-I, who's "cool" yet lacks a sense of urgency,
though, unapologetically and noticibly to you, situations are treated urgently.

I vividly remember the story you told me about the moon and the sun...
about how the Sun longs to be with the Moon but she herself is in pursuit of the Ocean.
I see myself as the Sun in this story, not because we're both stars
but because I too have once pursued a heavenly body, and she is you...
although would rather have you in pursuit of something else as I
search again for you.

I have but one request and that is for you to remember me as I remember you...
the vivid iteration of a fantasy I wish not to end
but such is life so I can only wish for our paths to cross again.

To conclude, My Pineapple Queen,
I leave you with the last fabrics of my emotion
and that is...
I blush when I see you
and I smile when you sing...