to my darling,

my parents forced to me to sit in our garden today, they said i spend too much time encased in the darkness of my cluttered room; which is true, i only go out for the hospital visits.

when i went out the garden, the dazzling rays almost blinded me. i had gotten so used to the constant darkness that i forgot what light felt like. it felt warm and mellow, just like your touch. the sun melted against my caramel drizzled skin and the air smelled like ripe alphonso mangoes and azaleas. the grass crunched under my bare feet, as the drops of dew flecked my skin. my mother had really put in a lot of effort into making our garden so beautiful. it reminded me of  the hanging gardens of babylon.

i remember how much you loved my garden as well. you use to bring me new seeds of different flowers each time you visited. you wanted to give me flowers that never died. i can't thank you enough for the eternal multitudes of flowers you gifted me. you gave me butterscotch yellow forsythias and cream magnolias, sangria roses and chrysanthemums; their undying beauty still blossoms in the valves of my heart. i know i haven't gifted you something nearly as beautiful as a garden. all i have left to offer you, is my heart and these scribbled letters.

one day i know you will reply. maybe one day the hatred that swells in your heart would diminish a bit and you would finally pick up a pen and write me a letter in your broken and loopy handwriting.

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Q- why does the writer feel like her lover hates her?
i am dying to hear your theories <3