My dearest Asha,
I do not want to get over you.
But I must. I know I must. I have to.
Even if I don't think I can.
Even if I don't feel like I can. If I feel at all.
I keep asking myself;
Have you played with me all along?
Known that you'd leave me without a word, while I would be sleeping, only to be waking up in an empty bed?
Was this your kind of idea of fun?
I am so mad at you, Asha.
Infuriated.
Disappointed.
Angry.
I am so angry with you, Asha.
I do hope you're doing better now, my love. Wherever you are.
Perhaps letting go in another country.
Living life at its fullest. Because that's what you're doing. Living life. Without me.
-Your Elany
