Heart Broken

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Yay update!

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Dear Adam,

I’m glad you have made a new friend. I have some exiting news of my own. I have just quit my day job, in peruse of my dreams. I’ve taken my song writing to the next level and have met with a producer, who says he will sign me, once I can get a demo in. I keep my framed photo of you next to the bed every night. I watch old movies of you and I. It’s hard and someday I know you’ll be coming home. My heart has been shattered into a million peaces but I’m slowly picking them back up again. Delilah say’s I mumble your name in my sleep; she says I usually say “Adam. Adam! Come back… Be Here. I Need You!” She might be lying I don’t know. All I can tell you is that, I need you to be safe. Know that I’ll always love you too. No Matter What!

Love Juliet

I get up, and walked to the door. I pull on my bright pink toms. I’m dressed quite lazy as I usually am, I’m wearing a pink dress with dark blue lace on top; around my waist is a matching pink ribbon. My hair is bulled into a side braid. I wear no makeup as I have nobody impress. I pull a pair of red sunglasses over my head and walk to the nearest post office, to mail my letter to Adam.

 It’s still hard to believe that he’s gone. It’s a warm day here in Cronulla, Australia. As I walk along the beach front, I spot a familiar face, Ethan. Ethan is one of my best friends. He also happens to be Delilah’s Fiancé (I introduced them). He spots me and smiles. I walk over to him and he guides me to the spot where he and Delilah are sitting. Delilah smiled when she saw me “looks like grump bug got out of bed.” I half smile “The half empty bed” I state. “I know hun, I’m sorry. It will get better, I promise.” She say’s as she got up and hugged me. I stayed at the beach with them for just over an hour before I excused myself so I could go home. When I got home, I took my picture of Adam and sat on his side of the bed and cried.

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