All The Unsent Letters: I Love You Because You Look Like The Orchards Of The World

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Tonight I will invite you to a sumptuous dinner in a restaurant located on the shore of the beach .. By candlelight, I will contemplate the innocence of your childish face and the shadows of the dim light adding a touch of romance .. Then I discover that you look like the princesses we see in classic films... And I imagine that I am a prince poet who writes and sends letters To you... They carry bring joy to your heart... And you show it in front of the most beautiful princesses of that era.

I will tell you about many things... about my upcoming work and the future that sends its messages.. and about my wishes that I wait on the sidewalk of life whose leaves are falling.. and all the things that I love and feel that life without them is a meaningless void...

I will tell you about everything that hurts my heart... I will tell you about The cake of the country that the thieves divided and the homeland that the pretenders of religion profaned... Then I apologize to you because you do not like to go into politics.

I will feel inner happiness while I talk to you... In the moments when our eyes meet, the world turns into a train station where we sit together... We wait for a train to come and take us to distant cities where we know nothing about their residents.

I will tell you the details of the beginning.. and what happened the day I met you in the sewing shop when you were describing to the tailor the length of the skirt that you wanted to cut a part of.. and I imagined you with the short skirt that revealed chunky legs.

I will tell you that that day was a happy coincidence.. and that things changed in my life.

And I will confess to you that I am crazy with a calm appearance, an elegant jacket, and shining shoes.. and that that evening I was resting my worn-out emotions against the wall of the shop so that they would not fall in front of you and you discover that I was created with an anxious mood.

I will tell you about my childish mischief and the pranks I used to commit in class.. and about the bread dough that I carry over my head to the oven.. and the days that passed quietly.. and the sunny mornings.. and the seashore near our house...

I will tell you about the roaring waves and winter storms that I imagined as a white genie who runs in the streets, throwing snowflakes at the little ones, so they get cold and feverish, and their mothers stay close to them with pitying hearts.

And I will tell you about the friends whose pictures have fallen stuck to the wall of the heart... And the children of the bearded neighbors who walk the streets in their trademarked scary clothes... And the old neighborhood that was destroyed... And the heavy years we spent in displacement...

At night, they pass by my bed, masked, and fall lightly at my feet... I will tell you sad stories that aren't suited for a romantic evening. I will tell you about the Isis soldiers carrying knives and black flags... Then I remember that we are on a romantic evening...

I apologize to you and tell you happy stories... I try to imitate the heroes of romantic films in the way they talk.. and their looks.

Tonight I will confess that I love you because you look like the orchards of the world.



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Here there will be no date number 2 if you tell her about her "Chunky" legs. 😂

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That is one very romantic post. It almost reads like a poem. Thanks for sharing.

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