Special SHOUT-OUT to
"Written in the nothingness of 4 a.m. When all I can do is think of you "
Evan is the hurricane. Tessa is the destruction that follows. And her letters were the tree that stood .
Where a girl pens down letters - those which she never sent and those which he does find .
If love drains out, you don't sieve it . You try to capture most of it in a container.
Evan didn't .
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Foreword :
I remember when 4 a.m was just a time . Not a secret-keeper nor my solace.
Just a time.
Then you entered my life and like a the brush of a wind, you were gone. Do you see those bags under my eyes? They are due to you - when you are sleeping, I am awake at 4 a.m thinking of you.It's bizarre how much a person can mean to you within hours, days , weeks or months . Cruel how you left me to drown in a sea of my own tears and bittersweet memories to remember you by when I never got to know you.
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