My faith in our dreams has grown faint.
My interest in you remains, as though every morning when I wake, I meet you again for the first time.
The distance between us scares me.
My heart has sunk to the darkest pits of my belly.
I know other men aren't blind to your beauty.
Please forgive me if I sound as though I'm doubting your feelings towards me.
Not at all my dear.
But if a man other than myself, wakes the butterflies that lay sleeping in your belly, I would not hold it against you if you let him fill the space I've left empty.
That thought keeps me up at night.
It is what I deserve.
Squandering what little time we shared.
Allowing misplaced jealousy to take control of my judgement.
Alas, I can not change what has already happened.
But if this is the last time I can confidently say I still have you,
You must know what I feel for you may have already transcended beyond the mediocrity of love.
Yours always,
Ade.
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