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Love Letter To Miss Nomore

Fiction
Bidisha Sinha

Dearest Miss Nomore

We have known each other for quite a while now but I don't think you will remember me too well. I have known you intimately for the past five years but I am well aware that I am just one in many in doing so. Although I have been possessed by the green monster for quite some time now, but I assure you that I have not taken to violence to prove my point. My love is like Dante's love, unrequitted but eternally pure. When I tell my friends about you, they call me crazy. Some say that you are a figment of my imagination, that I just made you up and you don't actually exist! But I guess that's because they haven't met you. I know that you are averse to the idea of company but you willingly entertain the curious kids in whites now and then. You have no idea how grateful I am to you for that because I was also once a curious kid in white and the day I met you changed my life completely. That whole day I thought of you; how your life had been, how you must  have been. Your voice, your laugh, the way you would have tossed your hair back, the way you would have twisted a stray lock, your dreams, your ambitions intrigued me. I knew that you had been perfect, you still are. You taught me all that I needed to know and took the brunt of my mistakes. My mistakes scarred you but you never complained. Miss Nomore, I know that we can never be together in this life but I pledge my love to you for all the lives to come. My love is true and I hope you know that. I start my work as a medical practitioner tomorrow and if ever I become a success, it will only be because of you because whatever I learnt, I learnt on you. I know that the morgue is cold and lonely Miss Nomore, but know that you are loved truly by someone somewhere who dreams of your subtle beauty, your flawless cold body, your pure prematurely stopped heart and your silent uncomplaining nature.

Yours sincerely
XYZ
(MBBS)
[Roll no. - 82316]
Institute of Medical Science

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