Love Letter.. from an.. Unknown Woman…

“Love Letter.. from an.. Unknown Woman”…

Forget… forgetting… forgot…

Ah the bliss of forgetting you… my love…

It’s been a month and a half… since… I saw you last…

It felt like… forever…

A… decade…

A… lifetime…

I willed my psyche… my mind… my whole being… not to think of you…

I couldn’t bear… the torture… of missing you…

Not seeing you… touching you…

Being… with you…

Not… holding… embracing… drowning in you…

No… no more…

I said… to myself…

Unconvincingly…

I don’t… love him…

I don’t… need him…

It’s over… over… over…

The pain… the longing… the yearning for him…

His love… his presence… his aura…

It’s over… OVER!

I busied myself with exciting projects in the Arts… in writing… in French literature.

I… succeeded…

But was… half alive.

I functioned feebly… life was meaningless… tasteless…

I felt numb… sad… nostalgic… miserable… forcing myself…

Not… to think…

Not… to miss…

I thought less and less… of him…

Until… today.

Today… I saw him… I was with him…

His presence… his being… his aura… enveloped me.

That feeling… of Divine blissful pain and torture of the soul… was hesitantly hovering around me…

Seducing… me…

I resisted… but it… persisted…

Slowly… stealthily… permeating every cell in my body…

I… succumbed…

Allowing myself to drown into the divine bliss… that is Love…

I… succumbed…

To the torture… of thinking of him every minute… of every day…

“Je pense à toi chaque jour, surtout quand j’écoute Mozart et Françoise Hardy…
J’ t’adore“… he whispered…

The perfect… bliss…

Of thinking… of you again…

While listening to… “our music”…

Is flooding… within me again…

Your… face…

Your… enigmatic presence…

Your… silent passion…

Your… love…

Envelopes… my mind…

My thoughts… my heart…

My soul… my passion…

My… love…

From a woman… unknown…

“Je… t’aime…

Mon… amour…

Mon… âme…

Eternellement”…

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