Her love. Part 2

With her hands tightly clamped over the pen, she started writing the fate's letter.

Dear,
        I have started writing this letter that I am writing to you, with the word 'dear', but I am clueless about the right I have over the word in using it to address you.

But I do feel obliged to do so. Forgive me for my overwrought attitude.

The past few weeks have been exciting as it can ever happen. Life was heavenly and the world started looking beautiful.
When I first met you, I was relieved that your good looks did not excited me. I did not even expect anything to happen. It was not love at first sight.

I did not get to talk with you a lot for quite a few days. But, when I did, I never expected you to be like what you are now. You were and still are the only person to have spoken like that to me. My first impression about you was so bad that I will not want you to know what all went on in that treacherous little mind of mine.
I was a little awkward around you, and didn't know the reason then or even now. Some sweet mystery that was! My first impression was getting changed little by little.

I am not sure nor do I expect you to remember every tiny details. But, I remember it all and I want to say some of it to you. It may or may not be pleasing to hear for you.

I consider myself a girl with independent thoughts and lots of ambition, and I thought I had the guts to stand against the whole world. But you have reduced me to a person who is afraid to let you know my feelings.

By now, you would have well understood my intentions. But I request you to kindly read further as it has taken me some courage to do this.

Just a few weeks back, I was a normal person who snoozes up the alarm at a very dangerous rate. But after having met you, my heart refuses to quite down. Now, I lay awake in the early hours of the morning, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the sun to show its face, so that I no longer have to be in bed.

Sleep was my best companion once, and since I have sought a different one, it has left me. And how did that even happen? I am as clueless as you might be.
And when I was convincing myself over the loss of sleep, hunger left me too. I sit by myself waiting for you to show up.

If I can spend a few moments more with you, I am happy to go without food or sleep. I am that obsessed with you. I also want you to know that I have never been like this before. I have always been slightly egoistical, but now my world revolves around you.

(to be continued)