Somewhere in Abraka
Delta State
Sometime in November.
2019.
Darling Pikachu,
Honestly, there are no words to describe you. No words good enough for a being with a heart such as yours. So, I'll state, all I have to be grateful for. Before we met in real life, I knew you to be a bright and shining star. Before we met, I knew you as a soul devoid of evil, pure light in pitch darkness. Before we met, I knew you to be the fulfillment of all that's right and good in the world. But then, if all these happened before I met you, what happened after?
The words I write, would never do justice to the you I saw. You're not perfection, you're an imperfect perfection. What you do, who you are, rids me of breath. I'm delirious as I write this, head aching, eyes too heavy to stay open. Mouth too tired to utter a word. But if I don't write this now, I know for a fact that I'd never write it this way again. When I was sick, you comforted me, you showed to me what love actually was. Saying it does not come close. When I felt like giving up, you took my hands and said you'd kill me if I did. That was funny, even with the state of my body. I guess, I'm saying thanks.
Thank you for everything that you are, everything you are to me. As I write, my hands are quivering, headache of immense proportion. But I have a lot of things to say, and I'd try to. It's hard being me, the way I am. But you accepted me for me and that matters more than you know. I'd have to stop here, since my brain decided to shut down. Till whenever,
Yours Sincerely,
Not a Word God,
Just a friend,
Victor Mairo.
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