The Story of Us [h.s. - au] (coming soon)

1st

Dear Lullaby,
Hopefully, this one will be perfect.

I can never put into words how sorry I am. I wouldn't blame you that when you read this letter, or if you read this letter, you'd throw it away along with the roses I left on your doorstep. No one should ever be treated the way I treated you. My behavior was inexcusable. But love I am a mess without you, inside and out.

When you walked away, a part of my soul left with you. I returned to my special place in the shadows where you worked tirelessly to remove me from since the day we became one. When I saw you for the first time, it awakened something inside of me. It had given me something I haven't felt in God knows when. You gave me hope.

I don't even know where I'm going with this letter, this was just the only way I found suitable for pouring my heart out to you the only way I know how. If I could go back to that night in December that has haunted me ever since we went our separate ways I would take it all back. Every word that was said, and all the scars I've given to you throughout the time we spent together. But darling, I would be lying if I said those weren't the greatest moments of my life. You helped me through the toughest moments of my life since I found out my life was all one big lie. You were there, you have always been there, and I didn't treat you like I appreciated it. Oh but honey I did, I appreciated all the things you did for me, even all the little things.

I remember how I use to sneak you out of your house, and I was completely horrible at it. I'm surprised that we had never gotten caught. Do you remember that time I fell and hit the ground with a thump when I came in through your window? Or those times I couldn't see shit so I always knocked something over? I once even broke your window with a potato one night because I couldn't find a rock. You said you didn't want to leave home anyway, so we stayed in and slow-danced to our song. We talked for hours until you fell asleep in my arms. I couldn't think of a better way to end that night.

We use to take long rides in my truck with the windows down, then drive out by the lake and lie out on the blanket while we gazed up at the stars. You were so amazed by them, especially by the moon. You called him your best friend, and said you will never be a morning person because you were much too in love with him. When I got bored I drew tattoos on your arms with an ink pen while you watched me work. You always thought I was a gifted artist even though I was shit. You also "taught" me how to skip rocks while we were there. I already knew how, but I found it pretty cute how you thought you were teaching me something.

I remember how much your father hated me. Your dad, Jesus Christ he hated my guts. He did everything in his power to try and keep us apart. He knew I was trouble, and he was right. I was a "punk", as he liked to call me. He wasn't very fond of my tattoos, my piercings, or the fact that I did drugs. I mean, what father would? I know you're with him right now probably, or with that friend of yours. They're telling you that they told you so, that I hurt you just like they said I would.

When or if you read this letter, please take it into consideration of seeing me. If you're not too busy, we could go have lunch down by the river so we could talk it through. I'd tell you any and everything you want to know and why I did what I did. It's been too long and I can't bare the pain of us being apart any longer. So I beg of you my love, don't allow us to suffer any longer. Please believe me when I say I am deeply sorry. I miss you, so fucking much and I'm dying more every single day I don't have you back in my arms. Don't you remember our love? Because I remember it, all too well.

Signed,

a broken man, with a broken heart.

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