The first of many….. Four days after……..
The days are running fast as the year’s duration is coming to a close…. am Still….. Silent and idle…..am stagnant as the clocks of the seasons seem to have stopped for me….
Played our last conversation in my mind a thousand times… Can’t believe a single word shattered my dreams…Laughed continuously not as a sign of euphoria but to manage my emotions of pain and anger. Can’t believe I have lost u, can’t believe you slipped away like the sands of the coliseum through the fingers of a falling gladiator…. just because of a single word which I used a symbol of respect to you and him, my virtues run contrary to my emotions but you forever be my unfinished escapade, my final tour, that one special girl who I would have moved the sacred foundations of mount Olympus for.… can’t believe how deep I feel for you…ha!! Like an illusion, a dream that I wished would have been forever. You brought out the best in me, a sense of invincibility like I could walk on water and on the other side you are my kryptonite: a green glowing rock that broke all my defenses weaking my mortal body, disrupting my cognitive process as the main center of my attention was always focused on you….YOU….the first idea that rushes to mind after me being grateful to GOD for the gift of life, which is crushed later but the thought of u being with “him”.
Bloods ask me the reason my nerves are addicted to you. Try to explain to tell but seems I’d lost the words to convey my feelings. The old ones say the loss of something dear would invoke the oceans of despair and pain… by virtue of this the floods rush into my existence as words of how dear you mean to me pour out like rain filling the oasis in the desert. I never had the chance to tell you how beautiful you are to me thus I write these series of letters.
Her infectious smile that lights up a room. Her mole at the right side of her neck…the sound of her laughter and how she tilts her head back after a joke is heard… the smell of her skin, the smell of her palms, the smell of her hair ( :-) usually after three weeks) … the warmth she emanates after every embrace… her gently tilted left incisor… the way she throws her hands during an argument as a sign of showing her dominance…the slow movement of her feet as if it was naturally choreographed…the steps of a goddess…her velvet voice and the soothing sound of it and how innocent she acts pretending her talent is mediocre. How reluctant she acts when she is reminded of how great her future is… much more to say but the memories retrieved requires me falling back into the dream from which have painfully awoken from.
They say time heals all wounds… I just have to be patient, be it seems impossible to let you go…Hope you read this one day
From your Werewolf
