This is the 7th year since we met
Each and every year, it has been the same results
In my thoughts 💭, I am making progress but opposite seems reality
I console myself "she's beginning to like me"
smiling ☺ sheepishly to the pops of her messages and studing to the tone of her calls
For it takes months to receive them but I wait even years to behold from a far her presence
Not withstanding She's the wallpaper on my phone 📱
To her picture I find Joy even peace within
I call almost daily knowing it will be avoided for it aches more if I don't...
This year, in my thoughts it would be different yet another disappointment
Just like the sheeps lead to be slaughtered one after another yet trust the shepherd
I got into writing to write her for there's no piece better.
giving up all to do so, more heartbroken
Silence to my four days of call and chat then a line switched off...
Yet all I think is; something should be wrong but how will I know when friends say: it's been long we communicate
Should I call Mom? who will I say I am? what will I ask her... should I call her siblings? Brother I am asking about ... hope she's fine?
To hear from you daily is all I ask for
This is the secret of letter dwelt with me for 4yrs
To see you are happy, normal and free
I have embarked on my academic career
to find a solution .... though I am never complaining about all that you are
all I want is for you to jog to the morning glory and work out to the sunset 🌇
Just remember to sink into the river of my thoughts as the storm rises to the rhythm of my heart
For I will walk with you through 🔥
Do call me when you get this

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