Dear my enemy,
You said you hated me once, the next night you took me to a coffee shop. I write you "my" enemy. You once said you were mine, the same day you left. Maybe one day I'll see you again in another life, when we can be friends, or lovers if I'm lucky. The smell of coffee from my kitchen is rancid without you. The books in your old seat in my house decay. The coat stand you use stays dusty. I want to snatch your hat from you again as you're walking and put it on my own head, then run down the street when I hear your confused yell. I want you to call me again, enemy, friend, anything. You don't call anymore. I wished you did, the long conversations we shared over the phone. The poetry, the books, the people we talked about. Now when I hear a couplet I want to throw a plate and shout your name. I want to see you again, I want you to get mad at me again. At least you'd look my way, even if it was with hate, like you did most people. Your smile was precious. I framed it many times and had it on my wall. The same day you left I look those pictures down. Maybe I took you for granted, your love of knives and old fashioned way of speaking caught me off guard. You caught me off guard. You also caught me when I fell. I've seen you. I've been thinking about you, a lot if I'm honest. Why did you leave me here? Your teacup is still empty. I hope I can fill it for you again soon. Your favourite hibiscus tea is waiting for you.
Love, your enemy.
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RomanceThis story was written in around 45 minutes. It's about a girl, who had two lovers, before they left her. The rest is up to interpretation, enjoy reading and maybe discover something new about yourself.
