A Letter for Solitude

[l.m]

So yeah, I found out time and inspiration to do this. It's very amateur, very small, and may have some errors since I'm not very adept at writing in English, but I hope you enjoy it as much as I could.

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A Letter for Solitude

I looked at your eyes.

Those eyes. Magnificent eyes.

I still remember your whispers embracing me, in a painful but comfortable action of love.

I still remember how you got me inside a jail with no escape. Trapped inside myself, I embraced your emotions as if they were mine.

Yes, I still remember how much you were afraid of losing me.

I love you so much that it hurts. It hurts me remembering of you, and your words, asking for me to not to leave you.

I cried intensely in your shoulders, whilst trying to resist the force behind me, trying to pull me and take me out of your heart. If you had one.
Now these are only memories.

I remember you sitting at my side, at the bar, while I was drowning my sorrows in a large, big cup of beer. I remember of you consoling me when she said “no”. You hugged me so strongly and accepted me. I still feel this sensation.

It was horrible having you by my side. However, I got used with it, so I had no choice but to stay with you for a long time.

I was so used to you. I was afraid of what people would think about me. I was afraid of people lying to me. But you never did this to me. You were always at my side. And, deep inside my heart, you still are.

I’m writing this letter specially for you. But I know you will never read it.

Some people think it is not healthy to be around you. Some think you just bring diseases. However, for me, you were the cure.

As the day passes, as the months passes, as my maturity and my age unavoidably evolves, you will still be an important part of me.

You are not just an emotion. You are an entire person.

I loved you.

I always will.

***

The man puts the letter inside the mailbox. No sender. No receiver. And he knew it.

He entered his house. His steps were getting slower, and a tear fell. She asked: “What is wrong with you, honey?”

He cleared the tear in his face, and smiled.

“Nothing, nothing.”

[MessengerOfDreams]

This is a pretty great small piece. The right amount of ambiguity, metaphor play, and a lot of emotion that isn't overtly angsty. It's a nice little piece you should be proud of.

Also, you continue reminding me of me if I were talented at everything ever.

<3

MoD