Unrequited

She's real pretty! It's an obvious thing, even from a mile away, you can see it in her walk, she walks pretty. However, that isn't the only thing about her, she's got such a healthy appearance, it's her bright potato skin, her milky eyes, her chubby pierceless earlobes, her sparkling forehead, her straight teeth, her spotless face except for the beauty spot beneath her nose of which I have one too, it's her rice sprayed hair and aloe vera applied scalp. She looks so healthy, and feels so healthy to look at, you don't know what I mean, only I understand, her aura is like a cool breeze on a hot day. It's her natural scent too, my God! How I wish I were wealthy, I'd take-out all cows and send the uncles home. Furthermore, she's discerning, insightful, intelligent and down to earth, very reserved, her instagram has 0 posts, her twitter gets updated once per fortnight or not at all, as though she doesn't have grace in her thoughts and beauty in her looks. Man, I wonder how she's doing, she's so private. I trust she's taking great care of herself, I hope her desires are granted, and that she found better, if at all. There's so much to like about her, I used to see her every weekend and bring her milk and banana bread, she loved that! We'd sit outside her house from noon till sunset, chatting over bananas and ice cream. She was the only person I had and who understood my place in the moment the world turned against me in 2020, she was such a secure space. But, far beyond all of that, I liked her mostly because we were equally yoked and our values aligned, that is the icing, the gold! She was the best thing I'd ever found actually. It's a pity that what you want you don't always get, so we parted, well I walked away. I haven't found better, I haven't been fond of someone like I was of her. I sent her an e-mail a month ago, 3 years later, against all odds, requesting for a reclamation of what we had, hoping for an empty space. She didn't respond. It is only two contingent things I hope for, that I sent the e-mail to the wrong address and that if I sent it to the actual one she saw it but long after she'd moved on for the better. Knowing her upright character, she wouldn't respond if she found someone, lest we strike an old flame. Well, I'd be happy to hear that, although it'll come bittersweet.

I can only rest on the idea of her, and remain content with that standard, for it is the direction of what I'm looking for in a person, equal yokeness, mutual values and an endearing effortless likeness. I think that is the ideal idea of sincere love.