Letter to my true love

I ran terrified frightened to see your face. I knew it was a matter of time before my hair was tangled between your jaws. Felt your breath in the early morning and knew about your presence before you touched my skin. My mind was drawing you as a monster even when never knew about you. I´m happy to have been sightless and you kept going to take off the blindfold from my eyes.

Our first meeting was shy, almost a date, not as tense as I expected. Maybe that was the day when the affection was born. It took a long time to see each other again because the rejection was dominating, perhaps the fear.

We meet again in summer thanks to a friend and then we left the relationship to flow on its own. By that time I couldn´t complain about the beginning of our love story even when it was still too formal. We never said it loudly, it wasn´t necessary. You went into my life gradually: a weekend together, chatting at sunset, caresses every morning,... You came across my strengths and worked on my weaknesses. It can be described as a routine, but each day is different, special.

I don´t remember our anniversary day. We don´t need it. It´s enough to celebrate us today. The pride to share my hours with you is daily but I suppose that today is a bit more due to that small adventure which ended up in a book.

Now your fingers have caught mines with such power that distances hurt, those distances we don´t have time to talk about because of a speedy society. I don´t like when you go on a trip and take so long to come back.

I forbid you to leave me alone. It´s a law and I don´t mind if you don´t like it. I´ll look for you even in the dark if you strive to get away from me more than is strictly agreed. You are free to go as you wish to my emotions´ corners, although you sometimes touch backbones which shouldn´t be allowed; to go beyond my borders and move into kingdoms I didn´t know were invented. I gave you that power and don´t regret even when you invaded the professional field. I owe you a lot but warning you, don´t leave without permission neither intend to return or I´ll go to the underworld and will agree with the devil as long as having you close again. It could be an obsession, a not healthy relationship, but we are learning to set up limits and give us space.

I don´t deserve your snubs, same as I don´t want our discussions despite its importance. Please, don´t hold that as I won´t do with you. I´m happy that you always agree to make amends and move back to my lips as if you´ve never gone away. This is a true love story, with mistakes and victories where we give more than received, but it doesn´t matter because we don´t care about any payment, and even so, sometimes we have gifts that make our relationship stronger.

I suppose, my dear writing, we still have time to learn about our communal living, so take my hand and let´s add one more paragraph to the memory of one more World Book Day together.