I remember the first time I read your heart-shaped message stuck on my refrigerator; it was the day my parents had died, left all alone in this world at a mere age of 16. In your words did I find comfort and closure.
Your crumpled handwriting, which was written with hesitation and determination, gave me the strength to move forward. Like a guardian angel, you wrote “I will always be there for me no matter the cost, you are my true soul mate, for now, and eternity, my love for you will never fade away just like the salt in the sea, forever and ever...yours truly stalker. I remember a small smile crawling up my face as you compared your everlasting love to the salt in the sea...your awkward letter made my pained heart, relaxed.
And to this day, you have kept your promise, even after 5 years I receive your letters professing their endearing love to me...ending the letter with 3 small hearts. Tired from the hectic schedule and scolding from my superiors, your small cute letters keep me going.
I wish I could see you, spend time by your side, laughing and exchanging our stories under the peach blossoms, but I know nothing. Not your name, your age, your location, your interests...if one day you disappear, I have nothing but these letters to hold on to.
Even then will I have a reason to move forward? To live in a world where no one knows me the way you do, where no one loves me the way you do, where no one makes my heart flutter as I read your messages. I would be lonely without you to the point of considering death....even then I will live..hoping to meet you one day.
A month passed, and I stopped receiving his letters, just as I predicted...he has either moved on or ....I couldn’t complete the sentence. I was down with a cold that night, the fear of not hearing from him had me weak.
I searched for tablets, anything but my drawers only had dust and used crushed tablet covers...my battery was low, calling my friends would just make it hard of them, as I rented a small apartment at the city outskirts...it was an hour by train to reach the city center. Yes, I traveled up and down because the rent was cheap and affordable. After my parents died I had to cut down on living like the royalty.
My runny nose and raising fever had me glued to the bed. I could feel my temperature rising as beads of sweat formed around my neck and forehead. It was suffocating, but I had to endure. I could take a day off or two and get over him, probably forgetting, every exchange we had....
Later that night, I was awoken by some clanking sounds in the kitchen. It made my ear twitch, my fever had dropped by a degree but the heat persisted. With brilliant feat did I move my bedsheets below, my eyesight still hazy, a lean figure was standing in my kitchen. My apartment was small as it barely housed any extra furniture.
An approximation of 30sqft, there was barely any space to walk. Even with my blocked senses, I could smell the aroma hitting my nose. It was strong with spices.
‘you are up?’ the shadow spoke, turning around. I could barely speak, so I nodded a yes.
‘you’re like a caterpillar’ his deep voice echoed....I loved his voice. It was like cooing a child to sleep, deep and powerful.
‘you need to eat, I have made you chicken soup to drink, and then you can take your tablets’ he said.
‘who are you?’ I asked. I dint like strangers coming into my house, worst if he was a murderer in need of money.
‘I don’t have any money’ I barely whispered. My sore throat wasn’t helping in making me look fierce.
‘haah...no I’m not here for your money, I’m here for you’ he said...but I could barely figure out his facial features with a mask on.
I dint care at this point. He could do whatever he wanted. The strength in my body had depleted. Conjuring my inner energy wasn’t even enough to lift my finger. I had given up.
..my stalker had abandoned me and I dint care anymore.
He paced closer to my bed, helping me up. My eyes were closed, I needed rest, but he wasn’t one to oblige. He pushed the spoon towards my lips, but I tightened them, making my lips disappear inside my mouth. ‘3 seconds and I will feed you through my lips if you don’t open’. one sentence was enough to make my lips part open.
‘ it hurts that you dint want a kiss from me’ he playfully spoon feeds me. Wait till I am recovered, I will punch you till your face disfigures, I consoled my raging heart. He wipes my face and helps me to sleep, brushing my hair before he goes back to do the dishes.
For the first time in a month, did I, sleep peacefully. I wake up the next morning and see my kitchen cleaned, my clothes washed and perfectly ironed, my floor cleaned without a speck of dust. Everything was neatly arranged. I never bothered myself in wasting time on these measly chores, as traveling and work had me stressed. I would eat at a convenience store and read his letter and then sleep...a routine I had practiced for a long time.
Who was that man, was it my stalker? I should have seen his face, I scolded myself. I had taken a day off and my fever had reduced, so I just rested in my bed.
‘ding dong’ my doorbell rang, and I opened the door. He was standing there, the most handsome man I had ever seen holding the heart-shaped letter in his hand...Sorry ...it read with bold letters..and tears spilled on my cheek.
‘I....I...I..missed you’ I hiccupped as he pulled me into a hug.
‘me too Jeena’ his voice whispered in my ears.
‘don’t talk to me...you meany....you bad...’ I cried, hitting on his chest.
‘I’m sorry, I was late’ he kissed my earlobe and all my worries broke down.
‘Promise me, promise me that you will never leave me agin’ I asked wrapping my arms around his neck.
‘I promise, never again, will I leave you alone...my long-awaited crush and love,’ he pulled me close kissing me.
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I actually wanted to turn this into a chat story but dint have the time...so I wanted to share my thoughts...happy reading 💜
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