In finding you I feel like I’ve found a treasure, long lost by sunken ships 50,000 feet buried under sea. I wake up with a dance in my steps, a new song sung from the depths of my once frozen heart. I see the sun glimmering in from my bedroom window, brighter than any star on a warm, magical, summer night. The air that fills my lungs is completely different than the oxygen I have inhaled since birth. What feeling is this? Why did your voice awaken me from the comatose sleep once that held me a prisoner? My heart screams out “Why did you start what cannot not be shut off? What made you awaken the parts of me that I wished to have kept forever frozen and never open for you gape at like some piece of art in museum?” You have me exposed, left for spectators to critique and scorn. I can’t help but love and crave the way you understand me; the way you let me ramble about my passions, my poetry, and they way you share with me your desires and dreams. When I am around you, I feel as if I am a fiend who longs for the next high from a drug hid in the depths of his pocket. The country you were born and raised in is long left behind as you start your new journey here. It is a sorrowful struggle with adjusting in this foreign land called, America. The barriers are up high and wide, this nation callous and cruel to your being, your very existence. Your days are filled with worry and work, and your nights of sorrow and loneliness, longing to go back to the place that is stricken with corruption, war, and famine. The only thing that keeps the sanity is a text sent here and there between the hours of our wakened state. You haven’t even held or kissed me and yet, I feel as if I was the one who tasted of the forbidden fruits from the tree instead of Eve, because you are my greatest sin, and possibly my end. I have never been in love before, but if were to be I hope it would be with you. For you have enraptured me, whether you chose to or not.
For my dearest friend who is so much more, M.K., With love.
