Unspoken

Dear Bryan,

They say heart is only composed mainly of muscle and the way it always pumps up our blood circulation.  For me, heart is the deepest section of human’s organ and is, what I acknowledge, very mysterious.

It contains something magical.

Something scientist may not discover, something to feel.

And it can always be the greatest feeling of all: love.

Simply to say, how can an organ, like muscles, be capable of having the capacity for love? A thing with no limit.

I guess that explains why my heart feels like exploding every time I think of you.

That’s one.

And these, always happen when I think of you:

My chest is suddenly packed with warmth and perhaps, at the same time, pain, because I cannot see you straight away. Or hold you.

I feel silly that I always end up smiling, which probably everyone will interrogate my sanity.

My imagination flies with you. I draw your picture on clouds and dew.

For whatever state of mind I am in, the thoughts of you always calm down the atmosphere.  Or sometimes, it makes me having a loose screw in my brain, well, similar like experiencing sugar-high.

I jump, I run, I feel happiness.

How could I possibly resist you? You control the deepest section of my organs.

You rule some of my parts that I never seemed to recognize. Sides of me I never knew I had.

My days without you do not go so well.

You are a piece of my heart, the most vital tool for me to live.

I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you.

- Mary

I stopped writing and left it on my desk. It felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and I was getting weaker.

Let it be an unsent letter. And he would not know the truth, ever.

I would keep my unspoken love unsaid.