Diamonds and Daisies

Hello there stranger,

I wrote this to tell you that you have successfully stolen my heart. I don't why, I don't know how, but you did. And you don't know how thankful I am for that.

You were someone I never expected to meet, someone I never expected to be a part of my life. You came during my lowest point, and from that day on, you never left.

I never thought I'd meet someone like you. I am already on a phase where I have learned to embrace the harsh reality of being alone and lonely. But, on a twisted trick of fate, if such exists, (though I strongly believe that it doesn't) you arrived and shed light to the dark corners of my soul. You gave me happiness. Something I never asked from you, or from anyone else in particular.

You touched my heart with your words. You shared with me your secrets, your insecurities, your hopes and fears. You made me feel like I matter to someone. Something I had longed to feel again for a very long time.

Now, I can no longer deny it. You were someone I never wanted, but now, badly needed. I close my eyes, and it's your face I see. I hear your funny moniker resounding in my head. It's inevitable. This can only lead to one thing, and I am in no position to fight it.

I don't know what the future holds, and I don't give a damn. All I know now, all that I ever care about today, is that I have never been this sure all my life. That, just like your name implies, you are the spring to the winter that has long been overdue.

I don't know if you feel the same. To be honest, I don't want to know. What matters now is that, you are here. I can't force you to stay, I have no right to do so, but if you do, I promise to make your stay the happiest you'll ever feel in your life.

Now, I will do anything, everything in my own capacity, to steal your heart.

Sincerely,
A stranger

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