Sweetheart,
The memory of our first kiss is so fresh in my mind. I remember the way your eyes tentatively fluttered close, I remember the way your fingers ran through my hair. I remember forgetting to breathe when our lips met for the first time, the way you let out a soft gasp in my mouth. But most of all, I remember thinking about kissing you since the day I met you, knowing it would be just magical. When we did kiss, I was proven wrong. Oh, how wrong I was. It wasn't just magical, it was so much more.
You are my savior. I was never one to believe in fate, you know that. But you... you pulled me up when I was close to drowning and I didn't have a clue. You gave me the greatest gift of life. You are my miracle.
I miss you tonight. I wish I was there to see you, to witness your smiling face radiating under moonlight. I wish I could take you in my arms. Countless nights of moonlight aren't enough for me to get enough of you, Jaan. I miss the feel of your skin, warm against mine, the way you hold me close as we seek ecstasy, the depth in your gaze when I look at you, madly, desperately, overcome with love.
But for tonight, I'll try to make my peace with this distance because soon I will be there, and you'll be with me, tangible and true. And when you stroke my jaw and kiss me fervently as you like to with that glint in your eye that can never grow old, I'll come alive. You make me feel alive, my love. In a way I had never felt before you came along.
Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, I am the luckiest man on earth to be able to call you my wife. For reasons explainable and indescribable, all at once. No matter what came our way, our love was already sealed by a force more powerful than us. And I am so thankful for that.
Tonight, when you turn your eyes towards the moon while you look at the stars, remember that you and I are sharing the same sky. I know I can't touch you as I long to but Khushi, whenever I look at the moon tonight, your beautiful face appears on it's pristine surface and every time, my heart smiles.
Happy Valentine's Day, Mrs. Raizada.
Always yours,
Arnav
She wipes her cheek with a tearful smile while she shakily holds the letter, her husband's name now blurred as the ink gives away under salt water. She holds the piece of paper that still smells of him close to her heaving chest, giggling at the fact that he chose to mail her a handwritten letter instead of the array of emails and texts they had been exchanging over the course of the two weeks he has been in London for work. She reads and rereads the letter, tracing his handwriting before walking over to the French doors of their unlit room. The moonlight overpowers the darkness that surrounds her. She smiles, the vision of him filling the night sky.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Arnav."
A/N: Here's a little something for the 14th of February in the midst of my writing hiatus. Hope you enjoyed it dear readers. Happy love day!
Rain
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