A letter to my little love..

Dearest my little love,

I received your warmth letter (http://www.kapasitor.net/en/shortstory/post/1982) this evening. Here I am.

As I write this, I am sitting at my computer desk in the quiet bedroom while looking at the yard full of cloud’s tears, everything is slick and slippery, and it is very still.

My little love,

I want to tell you that I love you once. I hate to think of you waiting. I know that you have been waiting for me all your life, always uncertain of how long this patch of waiting would be. Ten minutes, ten days. A month. A year.

What an uncertain man I have been.  Please my little love. Stop waiting and be free. Of me – put me deep inside you and then go out in the world and live.

You are a mermaid. I am a shark. Or maybe I am a monkey. How it possible for us to be together? Yes, I admitted. I refused to let you go, but I never ask you to wait and stay? Did I promise you anything? No.

My little love,

Yes I admitted. I used everything to catch your attentions. I was the one who grabbed your soft and supple hands in that McD, the one who wiped your tears before the bus leaving, the one who pinned the ‘butterfly’ on your headscarf, and the one who tempered when you lost your way home.

 Yes. It was ME. ME. Not YOU. But I never ask you to wait. How many times need I tell you? Do not put high hope on me and this relationship! But you are nothing if not stubborn.

Do not expect that I am born loyal. I can not stay with one girl. I never believe that such ridiculous commitment.

 YES. I am afraid of COMMITMENT.

 Stop waiting and be free.

 Love,

 Love

 P/S : For your information, the key is not with me. I realized from the start, I was not the right person to take away the key of your heart. It is still there. Go and find it.