I miss you sometimes part 5
(The boy's letter to the queen)
My queen, we live before we disappear into the soils of the earth. The inevitability of our end has always been hovering around, just above us. The fated end had long had its eye on us, watching and waiting to rob us of it all. However, I am glad that I got to live every second of the short dream you saw for us. I thought you should know, the shining armour that I wore for you was never heavy on my flesh. And the memories of our moments together are still fresh in my head. Every photo we took, every kiss we shared, every hug we hugged, and everything else you shared with me, lives on. From the first day you opened the door with a smile, to the day my heart shattered. As explosive as the pounding was, my heart had no choice but to beat for you. In definition, I guess that what love is. It is a version of truth I am happy that I got to share with you. Sometimes I wonder what's like on your end. Do you think the notion of a happy-ending is a fallacy? What about men of the past who fought beasts in a den to claim a lover's heart? I believe, it is a coward's way not to believe in the unbelievable. I believed in you, still do; you are amazingly unbelievable. You exude a queen's aura. My queen, I miss you sometimes.
© Ommie
My queen, we live before we disappear into the soils of the earth. The inevitability of our end has always been hovering around, just above us. The fated end had long had its eye on us, watching and waiting to rob us of it all. However, I am glad that I got to live every second of the short dream you saw for us. I thought you should know, the shining armour that I wore for you was never heavy on my flesh. And the memories of our moments together are still fresh in my head. Every photo we took, every kiss we shared, every hug we hugged, and everything else you shared with me, lives on. From the first day you opened the door with a smile, to the day my heart shattered. As explosive as the pounding was, my heart had no choice but to beat for you. In definition, I guess that what love is. It is a version of truth I am happy that I got to share with you. Sometimes I wonder what's like on your end. Do you think the notion of a happy-ending is a fallacy? What about men of the past who fought beasts in a den to claim a lover's heart? I believe, it is a coward's way not to believe in the unbelievable. I believed in you, still do; you are amazingly unbelievable. You exude a queen's aura. My queen, I miss you sometimes.
© Ommie