I throw another cup of coffee out, another one I made for you. I don't know why I still do it, maybe for the unreasonable hope that one morning you will be here, drinking your coffee, by my side. And all that happened was just a bad dream.
Do you remember the night my depression got worse cause of the miscarriages? I started to cry in your arms, then you wiped my tears and stood up, taking my hand, and with no music, we slow danced in the kitchen. You held me close and spun mr around, whispering jokes in my ear to make me laugh. And then I was happy, just like that. You're my light in the dark, always shining and making my day better. I love you. Love, Yours Forever.
I love you too.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To Someone
General FictionHighest rank in General Fiction- #882 "I've always loved these kinds of days, I know you do too. Remember when we sat here on the porch, and drank our coffee in these mugs? I told you my deepest secret, and you never judged me. This swing on the po...
