To my anonymous man,

I am clueless about who you are, what you're look like, when would you come,
where would you be found. Greetings of peace!
May I have the honour to introduce myself. Don't worry I'll make it concise and
brief. For you to know, I have these imperfection and flaws, unattractive qualities
and statue.
Man, I'm a mess not a miss. I dont have any talents in turning myself from a
cuckoo girl into a feminine woman. I'm not delicate as Maria Clara, nor alluring as
Carmela Isabella but swarthy as Shulammite who simply chose and loved a
shepherd rather than a mighty king that was dreamt by all maiden.
The one that can embrace me as a whole and to my flaws, he will freely forgive
and correct on what he seen undesirable.
Man, I do like poetries. You don't have to buy chocolates and roses, just a hand
written letters and poetry books will do. You don't have to bring me into an
expensive restaurants instead let us watch the alluring moon above and strum the
borrowed guitar on my side and sing together our favorite melodies under the
moonlight.
Let's watch together the sunrises and sunsets, walk in the shore barefooted as the
waves kissed our footprints. Let's together amazed by marvelous scenic as I'll
everyday amazed by your aging face. Let's do things together and grow old. But
for now, let me stop here for we just talk later. Let me wait, I will until we'll found
our rendezvous and together plan for tomorrow.
You are the sadness my skin longs for whenever the coldness engulfs me. You run
my veins with tailend sunsets I could never chase. You are the morning
incantation I hold in every tip of my fingers. You are the runes, the last of my
sanity, the one that keeps me from turning into a chaotic vortex—what people
always think of me. The only one that treats me as a person, the one that believes
in me more than what my mind tells me. You are the unusual love I can only be
normal with.