Tenderheart · 3mo
Kairo, having a huge crush on someone has never been this unbearable to me. To call it a crush is an understatement, I fear. Every once in a while, I find myself compiling letters to spell your name rather than to finish whatever it is that fills up my plate. It’s a literal torture, not being able to meet you anytime soon. My adoration for you grows into an impatient, stubborn cell that it flows through my bloodstream beyond my sentience. Quoting Florence Welch’s line in June, “And you’re so high, you’re so high, you have to be an angel.” I have never seen a sentence so fitting, for it aligns perfectly with how I portray you in mind. An angel, an angel. Wearing every feather of their wings like a sovereign Crown. To reach you is a series of waiting, perhaps it’s solely to pile up my longings until the graceful day comes. This brief missive is nothing but a proposal of my yearning, which needs a bigger house, a bigger heart to reside in, and in yours it fits just right.
Just from reading this alone, I do hope that you will keep such a stubborn adoration you have upon me all piled up—so that once we've touched, we'll have the love that's capable of ripping the world apart from its intensity, mm? As you sit there weaving some strings of letters to spell my name, I promise I'll be here jotting down questions to unravel more of you, one discreet lover whose words hold so much impact on me. I do hope you wouldn't mind waiting for me just a little longer until I can cradle your beating heart on my palms, yes? I hope the longing becomes hunger as well, in a way. Quoting Blue to Red from This Is How You Lose The Time War, “Have you ever had a hunger that whetted itself on what you fed it, sharpened so keen and bright that it might split you open, break a new thing out?” May the adoration turns into hunger that it is capable to break a new thing out once I fed it.
