Dear Michael,
"I'm not sure why I did what I did.
We had something perfect, so brilliant. It burned to the touch, our love. So closely knit together, intertwined, tangled. But there was that voice inside me, telling me that there must be something wrong with us. 'I don't deserve this' it would say.
Over and over again.
Every day, every night.
Then the dreams, the same one every time, of the woman in the field. All she had to do was show me my own destruction. I touched her life, the sickle, and it instantly was ruined. Instantly. I guess I must have realised that, unknowingly, that was what I must have been doing to you. Rotting, rusting.
"Come visit me some day,
As a bird on a branch that grazes my window.
Sing me you songs,
Let me drink your melodies again.
Visit me soon;
Last night I closed my eyes, tried to sleep,
I felt you sidle up next to me,
Just like you used to do.
It must have been the most beautiful dream.""
Love from John x
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Featherweight Love
RomanceInspired by an original poem of the same name, this short story explores the inner emotion and turmoil that surrounds a love that was never meant to last. Feel the sweat, the cold wind on iced-over skin, the silence between conversations...
