The Purest Promise

To the one I call my "epic" love, I closed my eyes while hearing you singing in your melodious voice! Every lyric of every song touched each string of my heart. I rested my head on the dusty windowpane while listening to you on the call and clutched your ring in my hand. I wished to wear it but I didn't want to let the feel of your skin fade away from its surface. You wore it for a minute but it depicts the next few decades of my life now. I imagined myself resting my head over your shoulder, staring at your "Oh-so perfect" face and letting the depth of your voice enter my subconscious mind so that every second stays in my head until hell freezes over. I tried imagining over and over again – listening to your heartbeats, trying to hear my name in the rhythm of your heart. It was an imagination yet was more like a moment I craved for since the day I first saw you. I wanted to drown in that sound of your voice, float with you in the sea of love, fly with you in the sky of feelings and handover my heart and soul to you until an eternity ends. Perhaps, one day we both will and that will be the day after which I'll die without regrets, without any fear, without any scary scenario of losing you in my head. I'll die while resting my head on your lap–staring at you with a smile and with a few tears in my eyes. That will be the time when my heart will rest in peace and I'll wait until we meet again in the hereafter! And then when finally I'll be able to see you there, I'll smile at you and say, you were and still are my "Always & Forever".

-Your "not-so perfect" girl.

– Dua while thinking about the one she gave her soul to.

Let's unfold the pages of her diary together, get to know her pandemic story and read about her exquisite love.

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Rafbók: 22 november 2022