For you,
Before you read this letter of mine, I want you to know that by heart and soul… you’ll never be forgotten, that you’ll never fade in my thinking ‘til the day that dust shall eat my body. This, I wish you should read for nights of relentless and agonizing emotions I draw on, to finish this… I don’t know how to let this words be spoken but through this letter may I be able to say to you… a sad love letter I ever wrote, the saddest of all love letters I made.
………….The more I get rid off of the feeling, the more I get attached from you… your sweetness, your caress, your ever loving stare that melts my entire system. You make me move as if I will not get tired forever. You bloomed the day with great amity and love, you stapled my heart with hope that we’ll stay hand in hand, you made me believe that we’ll love ceaselessly.
But you’re confused… you dragged me into this emotion like a trap that has its pain and winding throbbing. You’re sweetness chased my very nerve to its doom to taste the bitter consequence of expectation. Your “I love you…” twinge this little organ in my chest that constantly seeks for your warmth, your lasting warmth.
At times that my soul needs another soul to hook upon to, you were there. All those memorable memories my wholeness had gone into, you were there. I don’t know why but something special between us keeps the flame of our relationship burning and surviving. You loved me as I had loved you but we parted ways to avoid conflict, to avoid pain.
We’re afraid to let the pain eat us and engulf our minds with hatred and fallacy. You made the choice; you left to escape the pain, to escape the emotion. You left because you don’t want the emotion to grow even more until the time that it can’t be proscribed.
You left without any words or thoughts to say, even a farewell… a formal farewell. We both know the feeling is there, the love is there but how can we nurture such feeling if we both know it’s too late to outburst the axioms of love publicly.
It’s a grave sin both of us will hurdle… that’s why you left, that’s why you run away from me.
I was left with nothing but questions, with nothing except for the memories we had. The good and heartwarming memories; do you remember
the day we first held hands,
the day we first stared at each other,
the day we walked together,
the day we saw a shooting star with hands locked at each other,
the day I first kissed you at the nose,
the day you said you love me and you miss me,
the day you held my back to ease the pain in me,
the night we shared the moment at the beach,
the hours of darkness I looked at you as if you’re the only obsession that surrounds me,
the night we clinched the moment as we gazed at the moon.
Do you remember all those thoughts of love…those untold and undefiled affection we shared.
I’m now facing this piece of shit with my mind tousled… why did you leave? Why…?
As I finish this diminutive epistle, I long to see your grin, your sugary smile even for the last moment…
Even for the last time.
With great hope,
From me.
