My heart was aching from writing to you,
A letter that defined my feelings toward you.

As hard as it may seems.
As fragile as your souls it may be.

That shows our inseparability.
Yet all of my sins that you have devoured purging the path of Darkness and Sadnes all the way.
It may be unforgiven because the Devil was once an Angel himself.

Yet he was threw to the darkest, deepest pit of the World.
Is that a desirable and suitable place I shall be?

I sense that rejection is not a failure, getting back together is not a no-hoper.
But still, the root is your truly pure-hearted soul.

All is yours and not mine.

The 'was' in we. The 'had' in us. The togetherness shrinks deeply as my sorrow turns deeply hallow.

Into unexpressed words, rhymed with the loneliest soul in the world.
Undefined by feelings and emotions.

This is the letter, I made for you, my darling.

For seconds, for minutes.
For hours, for days.

I have been waiting for you,
For so long since this stopwatch stopped ticking, since so long you had left me here.

Anticipating the things you and I not ready with.
Requited feelings and mixed emotions.
Requited sense of belonging.

Yet while waiting for you,
Which took me days, weeks, months and years to figure out why am I singing the song which I myself never knew the lyrics of, yet somehow I like it.

Yet somehow we are meant to be together in the way words can't express the true meaning of it heartly fullily without any guilt.

But lastly, I asked myself, will it be worth it?

To miss you,
It is not a choice or an option.

It is a fate that was dictated on me,
For you my love.

My affection for you is intense,
And strengthen by our love bonds.

Connected through your heavenly heart,
That trembles me all the way up to bottom.