A/N: Hey, it's Draz here. I've decided to just move this story to fast forward to the near end of my broken relationship. As a person, I am not one to feel more of this pain, and that once I have moved on, I have. But I just have these feelings that I will jot down. And that is... When it was finally time.
Valentine's, 14th February.
An event of chocolates and flowers showed up, taking in to chance that I am able to finally give you something, something precious and something to show my love. We have been apart for 1 year, I couldn't talk to you.. but now.. now that we are back together again, I have loved you forever more.. Preparations I have made by making a card, all planned out nicely. And the day was at its point.
12 sharp, Chinese class.
Someone informed me that the gifts were already given. I couldn't help but smile, hoping what expression you would have to receive them.
As soon as the class was over, I walked back down to my class, sitting back at my seat.
What I saw first hand:
-Pencil case
-Book
-Card left open
My friends, all of them, walking up to me and describing what I said, what I wrote on the card. What I personally kept secret, and only for you to read. But what is the point of this, why are you leaving it open?
I couldn't speak, I couldn't say. I'm not breaking your heart. Your cheerful smile still etches me to stay awake, and that love still persists between us. Our love is eternal, I was hoping it was.
But I wasn't sure if it was I who were breaking hearts.
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Letters to Her
PoesíaA true story between me and my girlfriend, or used to be. I wouldn't put a lot of hate on this, but it's what calms me down at times.