Ngang Ezekiel Muloescher

In this Romantic Desert You are my Oasis

A Letter to my Beloved Dream Girl

Yes, my love, not a long time ago, I met you. Yes, my love, not a long time ago. I might have been seeing you or having conversational encounters with you. Encounters that shielded our true intensions (may have been my true intensions, may have been your true feelings). Over two years ago, gnashing my teeth in the woe of lonesomeness, I raised my eyes to the then apparent pleasantry of a magnificent feminine silhouette. The hi she uttered in greeting reechoed resplendently each time I took up my eyes to catch a glimpse of the persona behind the nightingale-like tone.

I was not very sure then what I wanted given that not always everything that is wanted will be needed. But I might have been wrong. I may have been wrong. Yes, my love, I was dead wrong. The frissons that invaded me each time I thought of sharing the content of my mind with you were once thought to be detrimental; I later realized that they gave me ample time to look before leaping. The delay in the divulgence of my intensions was in fact beneficial. It caused me to know and understand you better and hyped my love for you.

The intermittent classroom-and-park-and-ride encounters and the prolonged phone calls during which we said almost the same things over and over were indicative of peripheral, no, not peripheral, but surreptitious romantic harmony. The cozy moments we spent at the park-and-ride not willing to part were a revelation of emotional compatibility. The sporadic rendezvous we honored were never sexual, but they were very electrifying. I could feel and see a flame of love burning in both of us. Yes, my love, the flame of love glowing in a gaze that was by and large accompanied by your smile—a smile which, till date, remains a weapon of mass seduction.

The first time my lips met yours, no, the first time your lips met mine; sorry about that. Say, the first time our lips touched each other’s,the fragrance of the gentle breeze blowing from your nose coupled with the facileness with which your tongue demonstrated your earnestness was amazing. The frenzy of the cuddle I got from you melted me and it was in fact evidencing that the switch of love was turned on. The alacrity with which our lips congregated,the shiversproduced by our quaking hearts were indicative of the flame of love that had long been furtively burning in us. I could feel the current of love flowing like a stream on a rocky bed. My expectations and my attention were heightened.

Unfortunately, after a good while of waiting in vain, my hope turned to illusion. The long moment of incommunicado which followed that exhilarating kiss sank my emotions into the abyss but did not exterminate them. I still knew that somewhere in cityresided my love. You carefully eschewed my lullabies, and often gave me a rain check whenever I invited you out. But the secret agenda you had for me, the pleasant surprise you reserved for me never materialized, no it later did materialize; was belated because of incredulousness. Yes, my love, it took this long and so much unfolded.

Romance flare-up spiced by periodic wrath. But the fury reserved a lovelyrevelation for you and me. Yes, my love, I had met you, but did not know you.It has not been very long that I have known you; but after just peeping into me and my life, I am no longer the same. I wonder what would become of me if you have to look into my life with focus. Your love for me, your kindness, your diligence, your generosity, and your very welcoming family have earned you the best position in my heart and my life. Though it has not been long, it has been an enlivening experience. We have been so close to each other in just a short span of time. You occupy my days and my moments. I always feel lonely without you by my side. Sincerely, I love you with all my heart and would not trade you for no one else here around (You know what I am talking about). I hope to have incessant loving and lovely moments with you. My love I commit to you and the best we will make of the time we have together.

Thanks for your understanding and kindness. Thanks for all you have been to me. Thanks for all you have done for me. I love and adore you. I long to hold you in my arms, kiss your hand and hug you. You are everything to me.I promise to (and would strive to) bring you happiness. It is unfortunate that I am just human with a lot of weaknesses. But I will do my utmost. Your sweet talks and your lovely smile have added the spice to the tasteless life I once was leading.

I feel so warm and affectionate in your arms and feel as if my life begins and ends with you. When you are not around, I just feel I should keep reading your lovely text messagesand emails again and again and I never feel like moving away from the thought of my love and do you feel that?

I find mirth the closer I get to you. Love to me is life and because you are my love, you are my life. I love to talk to you on the phone and my discussion never ends. There is always a new topic to share with you. I can indeed share every minute and every silly incidence of my life with you. Your entry into my life was out of the blue, but yes my love, it has brought several new things. Now I can see the beginning and the end of the colorful rainbow in my life and can feel the beauty of everything around me. My life was indeeddesolate prior to meeting you. San Antonio had become aromantic desert to me and your love and home is just the much neededromantic oasis to my life in San Antonio.

I used to be befuddled by the mere thought of how people in this romantic desert could express love in songs and tales. Yes, my angel, after meeting you, Ihave become inspired and now can do that. I can now write a love story and sing a love song. You have cloaked me with that lovely garment I had long been missing. You have shrouded me with that exquisite romance I once had when I first felt the strange feeling of love.

When I am around you it is like I am in a garden of unaltered life wherein all is naturally beautiful and ebullient. In that lovely garden I am sheltered and shielded by the overhead interlocking refreshing canopy of the tall trees and caressed by an array of soothing beautiful multihued flowers. Under the canopy I am entombed in the womb of music. The floral caresses help me make sense of the melody given to us by the cheeping birds. When we walk hand-in-hand, our footsteps produce the rhythm, and the current of love that flows from you to me through our hands define the words of the melody and I make music.

You have roofed me with a romantic atmosphere such that, in your absence, the trees, the grass, the birds, and our footsteps remain visible and perceptible. The flapping of the leaves, the crackling of the trees, the peep of the birds, and the chirping of the insects continue to make musical notes that define your love for me. These musical notes tell me who you are and what you will be. They tell me who I will become with you in my life. They illuminate the fact that the closer I get to you the more cheery love becomes.The beauty of your love makes me say I love you with my entirebeing.

Sincerely,

Ngang Ezekiel Muloescher

01/01/2010 (5pm CT)