I am at a grocery store picking up tea that would ease my sleeplessness. You enter the store and before I even get a glimpse of you I know you are the one. You walk next to me and tell me I will no longer suffer from insomnia. You are right. I start laughing like I have not laughed since I was ten. Your eyes become tearful and soon the grocery store is flooding from your tears. Shop assistants and other clients are panicking their way out. You and I stay still until our lips are just about to sink under the flood of tears. You say: No emotion has ever been available to me before you. The flood hits our lips and in seconds we are completely underwater.
This is a love letter.
And I don’t care if it’s cheesy.