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A letter that never saw your door

To my Noor,

Noorie, you're precious. The way I look at you, no eyes can explain. My heart beats faster when you're not around, and starts racing when you're around. I love the way you smell, natural, clutter-free, minimal—a soothing touch to my soul. Your eyes tell vibrant stories, of sorrow and love, of agony and sacrifice, of calmness and tears. Your lips, oh God! They just glide past my ears, singing songs I've never heard, telling tales of love far forgotten. Your tongue, slips away from every touch of mine, and sits on my lips narrating fables like it were true. Your face, so bright, as if it was meant to blind me—rattles before my eyes as I lean to kiss you. Your hands, structured and detailed, when they hold me I feel my bones soften away, like molten lava in earth's womb, my soul flows through pores on my skin, almost dissolving me in your hands. You are beautiful, and mind it, this is no ordinary beauty, just like lime zest cuts through extra sweetness, you cut through my mindless self, preserving me with your sweetness, sweeter than any honey I've ever tasted. 

Just the mere description of your character takes my breath away, imagine what you do to me when we walk together along the golden path we love. Your absence is a fundamental weakness built in me. No matter where you are, and what you do, I always miss you. I eat now, so that I may feed you tomorrow, and I kneel before my God now, so He may grant us His shelter. 

You don't realise who you are, and how beautiful your soul is. I may have my differences at times with how you see things, but how I see you remains an untouched constant. Just like pi is unending and non-repeating, so is my love, sometimes so irrational, it makes you question our togetherness. 

Please stay, for a better future, for neither you nor I will remain as we are, we will grow and we will prosper before each other. 

I want to die in your arms, and I won't settle for a lesser death.

I love you,

Missing you,
Ihsaan.

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