27th July 2022
Dear F,
You've turned me upside down and in and out on love and grief; in fact, so much so, that I've learned to conceal it with a sense of calm. A false claim of moving on, whilst I'm secretly dying for a sign of your feelings. My four walls are lonely in your absence. There's nowhere I could go, no corner of my room to rely on to find peace without thinking of you. You've been there, you've touched that, you've said such, the list goes on, making an inventory of every proof I have left within my memory that you ever existed in my space and it wasn't just an invention of my imagination. My bed is too large without you, as if to remind me once again that I've got no one left to hold at night. My pillow supports me so differently now that there's one less person to change shapes for. I am offended to feel this way, alienated to my own home, to a place once called home, when in reality, it's never been just mine. You found it for me. You brought me here with my blessing. You left me here against my will.
Sincerely, me
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RomanceWhat does one do when desperately hanging on a thread of hope for a possible return of a loved one? The answer is, they write to them.
