Oh dear me,
I realise that I haven't written you anything till now! I have written bundles of letters to all my loved ones also to unloved ones. But I haven't written you anything as such.
I had made terrible mistakes that I was ashamed to talk to you about. After all the dramas and traumas you had been through, I couldn't even face you. I was trying to be as patient as I can but it made you submissive. I was being modest but it made you self-effacing. You were accommodating all my mistakes silently.
I know how much you needed my assurance to look forward to life. I failed you as many times as possible. Here I am, with repentance (somehow gathered all courage to do this), I apologize for all the neglect, all the wounds I have caused you. You are much stronger than I thought! Yes!
I am proud of you for not giving up at any point, for sticking with me and finding a ray of light each time there is pitch darkness around me. That's what I love about you.
There is no 'perfect woman' exists. You are not one, I don't want you to be one. It is not merely possible to always be happy in whatever you do, but it is possible to find happiness in some parts at least. The broken pieces can be beautiful at times! Just find your broken pieces. I love the imperfect broken you.
Nothing more to say! You know we have many more debates in line. So, let's conclude my first love letter to me, my sweets!
I will be there for you forever (literally after death). Trust me, no one else can love you so intensely, ahh!
Be you, be mine…