Dominique...

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I've been to battles and shame.

Different cities formed or maybe I sparkled them with both my imperfection and grace.

The beginning of a love story is truly a fairy tale in general. 

Believe me, I saw red stains from my three ghosts in the past but I stayed underwaters because of love, hope, faith, and experience all in one.

What I'm saying is that, my ignorance shaped me. But those were the only things I knew since I was caged differently.

I knew what I eternally want and all the shaken core and terror nights taught me to go back to my pedestal, to who I really am -- a mix and match of Manhattan and Pennsylvania. 

You have studied me and puzzled them all.

My soul has been looking for you for ages but my stubborn flesh brought me in the darkness of false miracle.

Your heavenly love killed all the devil's plan in my life. I'm far from being perfect and maybe you see as a smart woman but I, too, suffer from my own thoughts sometimes.

But thank you for surpassing the strong current and dying to hold my victory.

Love, as much as I promise you that this love is kind, patient, gentle, blessed, and peaceful... please also hold my heart forever.

I will embrace all of you from dusk to dawn, sunset to sunrise, new years and day, forever yours.

Thank you for holding my heart gently.

Happy Valentines, Dominique.



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