-Letter to an Unknown Love-

Someday I'll be born into this world, I know. I have hope that I will live, that I will not be forever in this dark room, but find the strength to pry away the suffocation from my being. When will that be? I'd like to tell you that I would have loved you, had I ever known you. I wonder, now, is it better to forget? Tell me how I am, please… I cannot feel my own self; I cannot judge my own emotions. Do you feel my life? I wonder if I feel the way others do. So, so alive, we feel... and someday I can feel it to. I don't want to forget anymore, no matter how much I will regret never having known you, never having had the chance to love you.

But when I live, I promise you... I will notice you, standing there beside me, like you have been all this time. I will love you - I do love you. Give me your hand, so I can breathe again with you, being led down these corridors of familiar, strange new places, places that make me think of you. You painted them your color - all the shades of autumn intertwining into one thread of emotion that I try, in vain, to hold onto. I never noticed the color of your eyes, only that they were gentle. Hold me for the last time, a first for me, and I will have known you. But would you have loved me? I can't help but drown in the way the taste of memory so suffocates me - where are you now? How can I know someone I have never met?

Let me live for the first time, so I can tell the world that I had a life, that I lived a life, that I loved a life. Let me live for the first time, so I can meet you, so I can know you, so I can love you. And this time, I'll see the color of your eyes - getting lost and drowning in the sense of you that fills the space between my fingertips and the ivory keys beneath them.