By the time you will be reading this letter, I'll be gone from our world. Gone far away from our world of happily-ever-after and together-forever. The crown you gave me, was never mine. It kept sliding off my head, now I know why. I was never meant to be crowned, that gold was too much for this black soul.
I know you are looking towards your hand that I promised to hold forever, and the tears might have started falling from your eyes on these words smudging my emotions, but I can no longer hide the truth. Don't crush the letter yet, there are words that are yet meant to be cursed by you.
It was never a lie when I said your smile was prettier than the moon, but inside me, this fire yearned for the sun. The way you touched me always sent shivers down my spine, but maybe these veins were seeking warmth. The fragrance of the roses you gifted me tempted me to close my eyes and seep all the love into my soul, but maybe all I wanted was to see the rose blooming with open eyes. You gifted me a perfect universe but maybe there was always something special about the faulty stars.
You adorned my lies, they brought that gleaming smile, and that glow on your face, you wore them proudly and were so fascinated, that I never thought I was doing anything wrong. But these millions of stars of lies can't brighten up the sky, it was only the sun of truth that can eliminate this darkness our relationship always held. And I gift this sun to you, I know it will make you cry rain of tears but in the end it will only end up filling your life with vibrant hues of rainbow.
I loved you, every second, just not the way you deserve. You have made me smile in the worst days, but I couldn't even make you giggle with my tickling. Maybe because I never knew, you weren't ticklish. That hand I promised to held, has someone else's name in those engraved lines, someone who can make you laugh by tickling, just because you want to see her smile. She won't even need this crown that you gave me, she must be having one in her soul.
Don't compare me to the moon of your life. I was just a small star, that you mistook for the sun, but that star has fallen now. The moon is yet to arrive, wait for her. And those memories we shared, they are beautiful, but those leaves need to fall from your tree, it's time to grow new ones. But every time someone walks by, their creaking sound will remind you of me. You'll feel the pain, but seeing the flowers you blossomed with your beloved, you'll dance with the breeze of bliss.
I know you are hurt. But I am more, because I am the one who's leaving, leaving behind my moon in search of the sun, crossing the ocean, seeking the horizon where I shall meet my rise. Leaving behind those memories on the shore. But a part of me I left with you. Every drop of ink holds my infinite tears, every word holds my deepest emotions, and this page is a fragile piece of my soul, that I give to you. Don't cling onto this for long, throw it in the ocean when you meet the queen of your life, and it shall ride on the waves coming back to meet me at the horizon.
Every tear you shed shall be etched on this paper-y soul of mine forever. It's okay to cry, trust me. You are only watering the seeds of love that will someday germinate into beautiful roses and your beloved will come to you through the fragrance.