A Blissful Dream…love you always…love you more

Dear Beloved,

Your dream after all, was a nightmare…I do hope you are fine now…

My Dear, it certainly was a fateful dream. However, dreams are insignificant to reality for it only is a way to escape things, I believe. I do not intend to be rude, but this is what I reckon…I sincerely apologize for my rude manners. Apart from the pieces, my Love, the whole fails to convey a sense…we further fail to recall a complete dream so as to understand which act provoked the following action…consequently, we only recall an incident; merry or blue. The former, my Dear begets a wish to change it into reality while the latter, we all wish to ignore…we persist to convince ourselves with a consoling voice that the dream never did occur…those seen when we had slept in serene nights leave us restless, and still, we tend to console others with a futile voice that smiles and says, I’m fine!

My Love, like life itself, dreams too are divided into the pleasant and the unpleasant. After all, dreams are only a product of life…however, its formation, since ancient times has been mystic…what creates a blissful dream and a fateful one is beyond our reach except for the fact that we tend to dream one of the two or both together!

Beloved, your letter undoubtedly troubled me…however, I was more troubled because I could not kiss your forehead, smile with an assuring smile saying its alright and gently making you fall back to sleep…
Distance after all, indeed is a bane Dear. Never did the thought of distance come until today…till I read your letter…

Love, after reading your letter, I too had a dream…a blissful one…I still am surrounded by its lingering aroma…the dream’s fragrance is still the same and my eyes urges me to fall asleep and once again relive those moments!

My Dear, my dream was of out togetherness. We had held the other’s hand…we were walking a path…we had walked for a long time talking merrily…the clock that revolved for
twenty-four hours to end a day never reached the end…time had stopped…

I’m tired you had said and had sat under the shade of a tree…the breeze that blew from the mountains was gently touching your hairs…I, with amusement was staring at the
view unable to utter a word…you were trying to get rid of the hairs that troubled your eyes…I was smiling at your futile but amusing act…all of a sudden you noticed my eyes that gazed at you and you gently blushed…I was back to the place…you had called me near to you and I had sincerely came towards you…I sat down and once again my Love, you had held my hands…all of a sudden, you embraced me and said, “Pratik, always love me like this and love me more…” then, with a smile and gently removing your hairs from your face, I had said, “I will always do for I love you…I will love you till the end…I will love you more…”

My Love, I then woke up! It was 3:00 A.M. in the morning. The dawn had long ago hinted of another day without you…sleep failed to touch my eyes…I stayed awake till the sun intruded the night’s tranquility…all I could do was recall the dream and the words you had said with a smile, “…always love me…and love me more…”

I will always love you and will love you more my Love.

Write me back soon.

Eagerly waiting to hear from you.

Once again,

Loving you forever and more,

Pratik