She wrote me these silly little letters that I absolutely loved. And we used to hide post-it notes for each other a lot. She wrote them more than I did but I think she liked it that way, being a writer and all. Still, they all make my heart sink now, because of how much I miss her, whereas they always used to make me so glad. One can even bring me to tears every time. So I've decided I'm going to return them.
To me, they're memories I'll always cherish, but they armed from the same heart any more. I won't lie, there's a part of me that hopes she'll read them and have some sort of awakening love in her heart that will suddenly bring her back. But mainly, it's to help me move on. Trying to do do now, because I could well be hung up over her for the rest of my life, but that's not how I want to be. I'd happily love her for the rest of my life, but I can only do so if the feelings mutual. So here goes. Another step into the unknown of my now nearly-directionless life.
I'll pop it round whenever I feel up to it; then of course I'll run like hell.
Elliot
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