Arcadia

19

Dear .......... ,

It's that time of the day again. I'll sit in a dark room and watch the night fall around me. I'll sit and think of you and all that we could've been. I am a different person now. The little girl who was in love with you is someone I'd long left behind. Did I love you? I don't even know what it is to love anymore.
I don't look for you in the streets anymore. But at times, I see people like you. People who make me think of you, of your laugh, of that twinkle in your eye, of what we once were, perhaps. But by now, I know. I won't find you in the longest street, because I loved a little boy, and you lost that boy somewhere down the road, just like I did. Words don't make sense to me anymore, I keep losing myself, only to find you again. Why do I keep coming back? We were young, we had so much to live for, a love that never could be. But now, what have I got to lose?
I guess I'll keep coming back. For it is the promise of everything that could've been that keeps us moving. I come back to you just to be reminded of what I once was, everything that could've been.

Keep safe,
I love you.