Dear Anoniem, 

Yes, it’s been a long time since I’ve fallen into the condition of love. I think I’ve lived for at least three years in its absence. Perhaps, in those moments, I was too sensitive for love—or too raw—but oh, how I missed it.

Now that she’s here—I don’t know where she comes from, whether she rises out of heaven or the abyss—I realise: this is an existence greater than my own. All devils and gods dwell within her. She grabs me by the heart, shattering my small world. My childhood clock ticks on, but it mistakes its time. And in that brokenness, she lifts me up to heaven.

Her beauty is sometimes terrifying—so sharp, so all-consuming. But I have no choice. I’ve long since leapt. I am falling, and this fall is a fascinating beauty in itself. If I were to die in her arms, after dancing all night, it wouldn’t matter anymore—for then, I would have already had everything.

With Love, 

Coma