Dear Love
It's been way too long since you left. My aura misses the exhilaration that you brought to it. The rooms are empty as ever. I thought I heard your voice while sleeping on your side of the bed. Hallucinations have become a part of my schedule after the last time I saw you. If I knew it would be the last time in a long, never-ending span, I wouldn't have unwrapped you from my embrace.
The voice may be a hallucination, but the fragrance was real. Definitely. I think I'm running out of the perfume that you wore. It's the only memory I have left of you. I should buy a new bottle soon. It reminds me of every time my hoodie and hair have smelled of you after you cuddled with me.
Dear Love, I hope you're doing okay. I wish you could keep in touch with me as you promised to. It's okay, no blaming now! You're looking for a new life, and I'm yet to start. It was I who decided to part. I will remember that and try to make myself feel better.
Remember the letter you wrote to me? I still have it. I read it when I feel low. I still think of you. Love, I might sound rather low right now, but I'm honest to God happy that you're trying to move on! We had our moments, and I will live with them. Heavens know I don't want to put anyone else through what I put you. I know I was, and still am a handful. Romantics like me, who are bound by independence (ironic?) find it difficult to cope up with the fear. Fear of what? Don't ask me Love. You know I have yet to figure it out.
I know you miss me, and would love to read this letter. But Love, how can I let you know I'm fragile? I need to be strong for you. I need to ensure that YOU are okay. Just breathe for me, and you'll be just fine. Brilliant, actually. Follow the five stages of grief - denial - anger - bargaining - depression - acceptance (in no particular order), and you'll be okay. Remember me when you feel depressed. You always have a piece of me, and I always have a piece of you. You used to ask me how the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle fit, and I used to answer correctly - Perfectly. That's how our pieces fit.
Yours always
Hope
It's been way too long since you left. My aura misses the exhilaration that you brought to it. The rooms are empty as ever. I thought I heard your voice while sleeping on your side of the bed. Hallucinations have become a part of my schedule after the last time I saw you. If I knew it would be the last time in a long, never-ending span, I wouldn't have unwrapped you from my embrace.
The voice may be a hallucination, but the fragrance was real. Definitely. I think I'm running out of the perfume that you wore. It's the only memory I have left of you. I should buy a new bottle soon. It reminds me of every time my hoodie and hair have smelled of you after you cuddled with me.
Dear Love, I hope you're doing okay. I wish you could keep in touch with me as you promised to. It's okay, no blaming now! You're looking for a new life, and I'm yet to start. It was I who decided to part. I will remember that and try to make myself feel better.
Remember the letter you wrote to me? I still have it. I read it when I feel low. I still think of you. Love, I might sound rather low right now, but I'm honest to God happy that you're trying to move on! We had our moments, and I will live with them. Heavens know I don't want to put anyone else through what I put you. I know I was, and still am a handful. Romantics like me, who are bound by independence (ironic?) find it difficult to cope up with the fear. Fear of what? Don't ask me Love. You know I have yet to figure it out.
I know you miss me, and would love to read this letter. But Love, how can I let you know I'm fragile? I need to be strong for you. I need to ensure that YOU are okay. Just breathe for me, and you'll be just fine. Brilliant, actually. Follow the five stages of grief - denial - anger - bargaining - depression - acceptance (in no particular order), and you'll be okay. Remember me when you feel depressed. You always have a piece of me, and I always have a piece of you. You used to ask me how the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle fit, and I used to answer correctly - Perfectly. That's how our pieces fit.
Yours always
Hope
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