love letter

Dear love,

I've wanted to write this letter for a while now, but I hesitated every time. I look outside the window while the sun is kissing my cheek. I see the birds flying around, I hear the wind blowing and the birds singing. It looks like the whole nature is coming back to life, so why do I feel so empty? I wish you would be here, I wish you would be by my side hugging me and protecting me like you used to do. Why aren't you here? Why did you leave me? Sometimes I want to run away, far away. I want to be far gone from this depressing city. Do you remember our vow, the one about our mansion on top of the hill? The big old mansion with a spectacular library filled with books from all the corners of the world, with its big garden with flowers, trees, fountains, and that lake, oh that immaculate lake. I always dreamt about us living in there, reading while listening to classical music, sending letters to one another, running through the garden, kissing near the big fountain. I am still dreaming, maybe too much, but what else could I do? I can't cope with the hole that you left in my heart. I miss your voice, I miss your touch, I miss your smell of rum and smoke. Sometimes I hear your voice calling my name, I cry sometimes while laying in bed. I feel alone, broken. The only thing making me feel better is your shirt, I wear it sometimes, it remembers me of your touch, your smell. Please write me back, please talk to me, don't ignore me, don't forget about me. Come back, come back to me!

Your dearest,

M.