British Marine Engineer / Pen Culture Solutions (ePub)

From first moment, when you started writing to me, my heart was open. When I

saw your picture, I knew this was the face that I wanted to love forever. I still

can't believe you love me. I find it hard to believe that I am loved by someone I

love because although some men did love me, the ones I loved failed to

reciprocate my feelings. I had not been close to anyone last twelve years. I forgot

about the existence of love. I have learned to deal with my solitude; it is not as

scary as people think. With no loved one by my side, there is no deception. With

no loving embrace, there is no pain of finding out those arms were around

someone else. Solitude and lovelessness even suppresses tears, forcing them to

hide in the darkest, deepest crevasses of the heart, which aches and weeps

tearlessly for the life that passes without the dream of love coming true. The love

I've been looking for remained on the pages of love stories, and I felt like asking

the authors where they saw the love they had written about so eloquently and

extensively. And why was I felt out of it? Am I so different from other women?

Indeed, solitude is not as horrifying as some people assume, but your heart

grieves when silence is your only companion, and all your desire is to look into

someone's affection-filled eyes. You crave a tight embrace, the warmth of

someone's heart next to yours. Solitude is scare for novices, but when you drink

and breathe it year after year, the heart becomes immune to the affliction of

happiness. You hide your feelings behind a smile, the proof that you haven't been

broken, that you are stronger than you thought you were. You alone know how

solitude tears your heart apart, how your soul yearns for a lover. Solitude is child's

play compared to the instant when you learn about a loved one's deception.

You are my only love, God himself sent you to me to forever rid me of

loneliness. You alone will be in my heart till my last breath.