[She folds the paper and puts it in her bag, then looking up at the sky, she talks to herself.] Before you Will, my life was like a moonless light. Very dark, but there were stars- points of lights and reason… And then, you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly, everything was on fire – there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.
You are the very air that I breathe, the very love that I need, my heart, my soul, my everything. You are the light in my eyes, the happiness in my heart, and just the thought of you leaving me breaks me into small and countless pieces. The sweetest of my memories come when I think of you. I remember the first day that I saw you. I met you on a bright Sunday and at that point I didn’t know exactly what you meant to me – now I do. From that moment my eyes met yours, my heart knew what my mind couldn’t comprehend. For a moment, I believed in heaven; I even danced to the music the angels were singing. Upon opening my eyes, I realised I was not in heaven, but that an angel had come down to earth, just for me. The day you stepped into my life was the day all my sorrows washed away and I took a step into the impossible, crossing the margin from natural to supernatural. You are my angel and forever you will be. The music of your voice surpasses that of the greatest orchestra belting out its very best composition. Your skin is softer than the finest satin and glows radiantly, illuminating like the sun, setting over a serene pool of crystal clear water. Your eyes dance like the mermaids in the sunshine, promulgating the exotic beauty within your innermost being. Words alone limit me to explaining how I feel about you.
Love is created to be scattered, yes, scattered as rain all over that surrounds you, as light wherever your look can get, as dreams until the heights where your imagination can fly. Love is not measured, love doesn’t save; the more you love, the more you feel that there is so much love in your life; so, my angel, I will never count debts for how much I have given to you but thank you from the heart that you have gave me the chance to love you, that you let me be your sun and rain.
