The Letter

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Norman. My childhood friend. My former partner. My once beloved. My sweet, sweet melody. You were such a unique tune. Such a meaningful song in my head. Always there, never running out. You were so happy, so charming. So responsible and smart. People looked up to you.

..What happened? Ink happened. Now you're only a distant memory to me. I haven't seen you in years. Decades, even. It's like you won't allow me to. I used to be so.. angry towards you. Angry for breaking things off, breaking up. After all the years we spent together. Now I understand. I too would've broken up with someone who was going insane. Who was too much to handle. Whose mind was clouded and corrupted by ink.

Maybe one of these days I can see you again. I don't even remember what you look like. Only your vibrant blue eyes and your voice. That voice.. I loved to listen to it. No matter what your mood was, I always listened. It stayed with me all these years. I hope I never forget it. That memory is something I can grasp and hold on to.

If we do meet again, will you be the same? Or will you be different and have changed, like everyone else in this sorry excuse of a workplace. I hope you haven't changed. Your personality was something I fell in love with all over again each day. But if you have changed.. I'll just have to accept it. Grow used to it. That is.. if you even want me around.

Why don't you want me to see you? I'm sure it isn't that bad. Not as bad as what happened to me. What happened to everyone else.

Anyway, I.. must be going. The time of sacrifice is at hand. I must act upon it before it's too late.

Signed, Sammy Lawrence

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