Love.

How can I even begin?

I’ve been in-love with you from the day we met. Amazing, I think is an understatement. We’ve only known each other for a brief moment but your effects on me is just growing.

How can I even begin?

The infatuation I have for you is still there and it’s swelling. You are beautiful no doubt, but I’m not interested in your looks.

How can I even begin?

I wake up one morning, and your face was the first thing that came to mind. Could it be? Could it be that you’re the one?

I want you to know you touched my soul.

I crave for you.

I crave for your endless stories.

I crave for your intelligence, for they stimulate my mind.

I have succumbed myself to loving you from afar. Scared of losing the acquaintanceship we have.

I wish it is that easy to tell you.

How can I even begin to tell you, not the reasons why I love you, I don’t have them.

I love you for no reason at all.

To the woman I met at the Marriott, January of 2016.

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