Letter #4 - For someone who will never be mine

Hi Mon Cheri,

I write to you the last time. I wish you find every happiness this world has to offer. A final piece of my heart I dedicate to you -

Such is the tradgedy of love,

That letting go feels like burying oneself, still breathing,

That it demands funerals of one's feelings, and then of the whole self.

"Will someone wait for me?" she asked,

And such is the absurdity of love,

That I just smiled,

But deep down I said -

Let the heavens, the hells and everything in between witness,

How I leave gods, how I sacrifice my own self,

To come to you, to wait for you,

If you called out my name just once, in a whisper on a silent night.

Writing serves no purpose other than reminding me of how unattainable your love is for me. So with this, I put my pen down. Probably forever.

Always yours, A