Letter to a stranger #11 Hating Rainbows and Unicorn

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Dear Rainbow pooping Unicorn,

I take it back. I take back everything negative I said to you.

I take back all the second thoughts and feeling like not deserving you because fuck that. I want you. And that should be enough.

If you can think of me when you’re out of your senses, if you wish to share the best happiest moments of your life with ME, if I’m the one you see when you close your eyes right before you fall asleep, then I’ll be damned if I don’t do the same for you.

I’ll be damned if this cold dead heart doesn’t, at least once, beat for YOU. 

I’m gonna stay with you, and finally, try to make an effort for you. We’ll stay high together. Full power.

Because why not?

You’re so amazing. I don’t think I could have met a more sorted out, incredible person that I could enjoy being with and even if I could have, it would probably have been a mess. Not with you though. Never with you.

You’re like the cozy bed one slithers into after a tiring day. But you’re also the tiny shift in a musical track that makes my heart skip a beat.

You’re the puppy dog eyes and a beast’s jaw, all wrapped up in one.

I know I’m not making much sense to you darlin, but it’s all good shit don’t ya worry.

Because how, how can anyone, ever, say a bad thing about YOU?

That’d be like hating rainbows or unicorns.  The universe does love you doesn’t it?

Just when I feel ready to give up on you, you do something to restore my faith in the bond we share.

Just when I start feeling negative about something, you say something exactly regarding that thought, shaking up my thoughts. Even though there’s no way you could’ve known what was going on in my mind.

Just when I start missing you, consciously or subconsciously, you somehow know it and reach out. I don’t think anyone else would have such great timing or would be able to keep up with my shit, or shift my mood swings always to the positive side, quite like you do. Why are you the way you are?

What do you even see in me? I’m a mess.

But I feel like all my scattered pieces somehow come together, joining in a coherent whole, all good things on top when I’m with you.

But I’m still scared. Not because I don’t trust you. But because I don’t trust myself, or the universe.

Good things don’t last long in my life. 2 months seems to be the longest period where bad luck leaves me.

And time is almost up.

I’m just waiting for the clock to keep ticking and then things to change..

It’s just a matter of a few days. That’s why I wanted to spend as much of it as I can, with you. But you’ve got to live your life too.


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