To My Greatest Scorner of Love, Narcissus
Narcissus, you still do play at me.
I don’t know if the reason for scorning my love is just because of the current problem that you have. It would be easy to understand if it were the one and only reason. But if it weren’t, still I say…
I love. I’m in love. I still love. You.
If the reason for scorning my love is you don’t think it’s time to give up the freedom you have grown accustomed to, still I say…
I love. I’m in love. I still love. You.
If the reason for scorning my love is you care for that person who told you she loves you and showers you with gifts which I cannot give, still I say…
I love. I’m in love. I still love. You.
Or if the reason for scorning my love is simply you do not desire me, still I say…
I love. I’m in love. I still love. You.
I want to shout that to the whole world! Do you know that when I am most afraid…when I am most troubled…I whisper your name in the dark and it brings to my whole being a lightness that could dissipate the darkness?
You thought me how to believe again.
And now, all I wanted is to be by your side, now that you needed help the most…now that you have lost the power to believe.
Do you know how much effort I have to exert just to hold back all the love I want to give you? Do you know how much it pains me to see you in the midst of all your troubles? From where I am now, I can feel your worries, sorrow, and distress. And I so desire to that I could vanish them all with my embrace and my kisses. But this I do not for fear that you should refuse me.
You, who love his freedom, once told me that you have forgotten how it was to tend a relationship. But fear it not, my Narcissus. Let’s give chance to what could be a wonderful blessing for us.
Narcissus, all I pray now is that may your sorrow soon pass away and that may you yield to my love I am ever so willing to give.
I tend to lose my sanity, every now and then. And my worst fears take over me. But a whisper of your name to the wind, to the darkness…you comfort me and bring my sanity back.
Believe, my Narcissus. Don’t give up.
