Greetings, My Love
Remember me? I would not expect you to. It's been ages since we have spoken. It would not be of any surprise to me if you do not wish to correspond with me ever again. Such a cold word, isn't it? Correspondence. It cannot even begin to describe the passion of our age old yet easily forgettable affair. In any case, I wish to bother you one last time. I no longer wish to be a victim of your unyielding flippancy but there are things that need to be said, wounds that need to be opened once again before they can heal once and for all. And since you seem to be ignorant of anything besides the sleekness of your new.... interest, shall we say, it has come upon me to take the initiative this time.
Firstly I wish to ask you, for I cannot stop myself any longer, what is it that chased you away? Was it me? Was I too overbearing? Sometimes I think I put too much pressure on you. But it was only because I wanted you to be able to trust me. You must understand that. I only ever wished what was best for you, even if I had to force your hand. Perhaps you felt vulnerable? Maybe you didn't think I was worthy of your time. I hope to get the answers one day. Preferably from you, love.
Do you remember those nights, the nights where you would clutch me to your your chest, afraid I would be run away, bare your darkest secrets to the world? Well, looks like you needn't have been afraid of that. Wish I could say the same. Perhaps we were both too trusting...too vulnerable. I never wished to reveal anything that you trusted me with, but the temptation was too great.Temptation that perhaps someone would help me understand you better. But I was wrong. For that, I owe you an apology. I hope you can find the strength to forgive my indiscretions. But,again, I need to remind you that I only wanted to help you. I wanted you to be the best of what you could be and the only way I could see was to unleash your soul from its confines. I didn't realize that, in doing so, I was baring it to the demons that wished to possess it.
Lastly, I ask you, are you happy? If not, all our sacrifices will be in vain. All the lonely nights which we could have spent learning each other's secrets would mock us for our loss. So, tell me you are happy. If you are not, I would still be here, waiting for you. Waiting for you to tear me apart again when I bare a part of you that you do not wish to acknowledge. But I don't think you will. And I understand. But I will wait, for that is all I can do, as sad and degrading as it is.