All I told you was that I loved you. I love you. That was it, three words, each laying claim to only one syllable. Three syllables, three sounds, not hard to say. Not poetic, not intricate. All I told you was that I loved you. I don’t think I understood the seed that I planted. But I would like to hope my love was truthful, that those tears on my cheek were not in vain. I had been thinking about it for a while, then when you gave me my presents and we lay under the clouds, I loved you. For at least that single moment in my life, I loved someone, truly. I don’t know if I will feel the same again but I know that I felt that way once. I’ve done love, and love is done. I find myself walking the same paths in a different reality. I feel like my world is a mirror of the world we had, that I slipped through a crack somewhere and now I am stood where I am. I might be in a parallel universe, the you I could send this letter to would remember what happened but it wouldn’t have been with me. It would but, another me, a me who has gotten over it and travelled into my universe through the same crack I came here in. he’s got his life sorted, he is over you, or her. I can’t even think straight any more.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Jul 2013 23:56:36 +0000
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