ZARA M.

Dear Heart, Every memory of you is still fresh, just like fresh strawberries: sour, sweet, and delicate. Though your existence left ages ago, you could not leave my heart or perhaps my heart decided to keep you the way you were, the way it all was.  Some stories do not have a proper ending, but I feel an excessive pride in having lived a real story, free from all the bogus. Moments could not kept longer, but at least, they were real, or probably, I considered them real.  Each minute I have a thought of you, it is some nice strawberries I feel like plucking straight from the gardens and enjoying.  Till the strawberries keep harvesting,  Bye.    ~Zara M.

Dear Heart, My Sky Sky is really wide and in possession of stars, clouds, rainbows, and even birds. Every time I see you, I find my sky in you. You are a creature without edges, vivacious, and spirited, and I am still unlearned in existing without your thoughts.  One thing that goes beyond my comprehension is how the heart always clings to what it is incapable of grasping. My heart is tremendously aware of the expanse of you , still nesting in the architecture of smoke, still harbouring a hope that our souls will recognize each other in eternity.  With the last marshmallow from my jar, I leave a little sweetness in your name.      ~Zara M.

Dear Heart,  October's sunlight, with its brightness and warmth, and its cold, breezy nights are all a blend of you. At times, you draw me close; at times, you turn to winter. It is what this month exactly offers. Your reflection is what I have kept witnessing throughout the months, but very few of them ever contained the reality of you.  The light of October, the falling leaves of autumn, along with the hot chocolate, remind me of the colours and aura of you. Even resistance has lost its trace over me, as my heart and body have decided to move with an absence that never quite leaves.  Today's hot chocolate is in your name.  Bye.  ~Zara M.

Dear Heart, Pumpkin October is here: the fall season, crisp leaves, and winter waiting just around the corner. I cannot quite find the right words when it comes to unraveling autumn and the "ber" months. If I tell you honestly, the beauty of this season, its colours, and the aura of these months, intertwined with the memories of you, are all breathtaking.  Each morning, watching the rain-soaked leaves shimmer in the quiet aftermath of the storm, beneath the faded sunlight, my coffee calls your name. I exert myself beyond measure to conceal your thoughts, but your imprints on my soul have claimed a life of their own.  Sorrows aside, I find pleasures in your thoughts alongside my cup of coffee and bites of croissant. You are nearer than you have ever been.   Perhaps that is the strange mercy of memory; it keeps what time takes away, and makes the absent feel almost within reach. ~Zara M.

Dear Heart, A farewell to September it is. A last night of a month that gave me so much: you, tenderness, heartsickness, and nostalgia at times.  As your presence had lingered with me throughout the months, in September, I felt no difference. Every leaf talked about you, the moon asked about you. The sunshine gave your reflection, clouds reminded of you, and the rainbows displayed the very features you embody.  A little sparrow on my window still alluded to you, and remained my companion as I spoke of you. Every book I read gave me thrills of you, and the shivers that ran through my body every time your name crossed my mind.    Until September comes back with you, Bye. ~Zara M.

Dear Heart,  Today, it is a cold breeze with light rain. Dancing trees and dark clouds; winter has almost started. As the peak months of July and August have passed, the peak wintery months are now ready to arrive in full swing.  I believe that this winter is going to be special, with you in my mind and extra fudge by my side. My admiration for you beats words and every dreamy confections. I consider you a delicate, edible luxury, though out of my reach, you are too valuable not to keep close to my little heart.  Sending you today bundles of sugar-kissed pleasures, while I watch the rain pouring and find calmness in its little drops and icy whispers. Bye.     ~Zara M.

Dear Heart,  Each time I drop words on paper for you, it fills my heart with flowers: lilies, roses, Arabian jasmine, and all those with ethereal fragrance. An honest sneak peek: they remind me of your fragrance; it carries something of yours: flowery, woody, and with an endless touch of vanilla.  Before you, my soul had been fond of flowers, but after you, it admires only one: you. You are a floweret of my garden and a whole posy for me, enough for a lifetime.  Today's clouds make my heart hanker for your presence. Though I am making peace with your absence, you are sorely needed for my heart.    ~Zara M.

Dear Heart, There are some names we speak aloud, and there are names we keep quietly tucked away in the deepest chambers of our hearts. Dostoevsky wrote the name of his beloved 138 times, and not once his own name. I have not mentioned yours a single time. But every time, I have mentioned mine. The world knows my beloved only through the cute nicknames I have given him; the name written in the world’s records has never crossed my lips. But the sun knows. The moon and the stars know. The rainbows and the skies, the flowers and the trees, all are aware that it is you. Hoping for the day when you, too, know that it is you. ~Zara M.

Dear Heart,  Peaches Waking up to your name blesses my whole day, as it is like a prayer that graces my life with life. As time passes, the line grows blurred between whether it is you in reality or you in my imagination. Whatever it is that I am experiencing, I am joyous to love your presence, even the thought of your presence.  My sun rises with you, and it sets with you. With the lapse of time, my universe has started to rise and set with you.  As long as the stars keep brightening the skies, I will keep waking up to the prayer of your name.  ~Zara M.