It's been 9 months, three weeks, 4 days, and 2 hours since my last love letter. A sad song, with sadder lyrics: begging you not to leave me. But, I guess my letter wasn't sad enough, or maybe I am a fool in denial.
Every day I struggle within myself: trying to refute the smallest insinuations that you did me wrong. Yet I grow weary every day, losing the color of my skin to starvation and thirst; as my heart hungers for what we once shared: a love akin to... no other.
who would have thunk that two best friends in love could cultivate such hate towards each other? But then, life will not be worth living if it doesn't ruin our lives with damning surprises.
It's been many moons and many nights since I parked my car on an open field: to lay across the trunk and count the stars.
lovely times they were; when I would stare at the clouds for many hours looking for a blazing star to remind me of you. certainly, I was naive. I remember how you used to call me sweet names like my star, my light, the angel of my dreams... and we would laugh intensely at your witty jokes.
Oh, the laugh we had. such sweet laughter, so deep and true. At least for the time they lasted. But they were not to last.
Maybe those laughter were true for me,...