You'd always loved writing letters. I remember when we were younger, and you'd spend all your hours locked away, turning your messy scrawl into a page of perfect cursive. And you'd been so proud of yourself when you filled an entire piece of parchment that you woke me and Mikey, and we laughed all night 'til our stomachs were aching. Didn't you seem to alive then? Didn't it feel like there was a purpose to life? When we met, it felt like breathing for the first time. When a child first leaves the womb and screams in his mother's arms, gathering all he can in his tiny lungs. That was me, when our eyes first locked and you flashed a shy smile. And then, Mikey told me that you were his brother and I hoped you would be like him. Just as quiet and hidden away from the world. Precious jewles are always found tucked away, deep in a damp, dark cave where the light doesn't show, and people are no different. You were one of those precious jewles, shimmering under the rocks and mountains, and God do I wish you saw that too. You're worth the entire fucking world, and I'd give more just to see you again. I'd sell Venus and Mars, and my soul for good measure. Love's like that, right?
Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Love Letters To A Broken Heart ~ Frerard
FanfictionFive years after the breakup, when Jamia was out of town, I finally brought myself to prise open the little drawer resting at the side of my bed. It wasn't a heavy drawer, despite the many layers of dust and silver cobwebs, or even the hundreds of a...
