you wrote me a letter.
only a few have written me 'letters'(more like detached postcards wishing I was with them even if we hadn't spoken in months)
but they were never so emotionally-charged
they were never pulsing with raw emotion that I could almost tough through the black ink
etched on the lined paper.
it was the last traces of the love you felt for me - the love you had not long ago announced had faded away like the words traced in the sand after the tide rolls in
they fade away like it was never there.
but somehow the letter survived the tide and found its way to me in a state of anguish and volatility
and what meant to bring me (much-needed) closure only brought hope to my delusional mind
I simply could not let you go
and your loving words assuring that what we had was real
just acted as fuel
as I pitifully begged you to come back to me
I had always believed that our love was bulletproof
nothing could touch us for we were in a bubble (yet I failed to notice that slowly you were withdrawing or maybe I did notice and blocked out the troublesome thought)
in our time together, the word 'end' was no longer in my vocabulary as the concept seemed unfathomable to me
life is funny like that, throwing you curveballs
just to see you fight for your glory days to last for all eternity
as she cackles in the background.
you were one of the biggest curveballs that stormed through my existence
still, you did what no other had done
you wrote me a letter.
