my love,
did i ever tell you how much i loved your dulcet voice? your voice was like finely woven velvet that clung to my skin with silvered threads.your honeyed syllables still reverberate in the crevices of my hollowed bones. all the atoms in my body resonated in your mellifluous harmony. i would do anything to hear your voice again.
my days are a cycle of monotonous droning. i go to the hospital a lot these days, i still don't know what happened. i think its because of these interstices that have wedged themselves between my memories.
i wonder how your days are, are they filled with bars of sunlight and glistening carnations? i hope they are, cause you deserve an entire galaxy of stars and moons. if your heart ever tugs or pulls when you think of me, please write back. as for my heart, it was never mine to begin with. it was always yours.
YOU ARE READING
to my dearest darling |✓
Kurzgeschichten❝your honeyed velvet voice still echoes in the hollows of my bones❞ in which a girl suffers from amnesia due to the traumatic aftermath of a school shooting and writes letters to the only person she remembers through all the chaos. [weekly updates] ...
