That's YOU to ME

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Hey love,
I know you are tired of reading but trust me this is the only way I can keep myself happy. I never get tired of writing letters especially when I am writing to you and about you.

I close my eyes and see your smile😅 I know I rarely get to see that in real. You always have  a serious face while roaming around.

I see you when I am alone talking to the moon. I talk to him about you, I tell him how I see you as my moon. He gets jealous, but he somehow knows the truth.

I feel you around while talking to the sea, waves gets angry and burst out in jealousy and step back but still appreciate my loyalty to you.

I talk about you to the flowers and sun, they bloom and shine brighter when I blush.

You have no idea but secretly I consider you my lucky charm, my happy place to visit.

You are like those precious things in a museum... The place I can visit
numerous times but never call MINE.

My smile widens and  I start to blush. My heart starts to beat faster after skipping a beat.
Your presence makes me smile from ear to ear.

Your serious face looks cute and your smiling face cuter.

I see you here and there, in every face, in every person even when no one is around. I HALLUCINATE, though being a psychology scholer I understand how serious that word is but trust me that's the main reason for mentioning that word.

Whatever be the thing, what so ever be the reason... your name is the synonym to my HAPPINESS ☺

-GAMINI ❤️

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Beautifully painted with words
February 19, 2020 at 7:22 PM
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