Dear Sunglasses,
It's been a while since we spoke. I mean really talked, like the way we use to. I miss you. I miss the long talks that seem to never end and the once harmless glances from across the room. I wish I could tell you that you are the one I wanna talk to at night when I can't sleep. You. You are the one I want to love. I can't though. That's not how we are meant to be; not yet anyway. I told you before it's determination and you are the one I want. So I guess I will stand back and watch you "fall" for others. Just please if you ever see this promise me something, promise me that you will get up in the mornings for yourself. Promise me that even though it won't be the same that you will remember me for looking at you like you put the stars in the sky. Just in case we don't talk like we use to again.
Sincerely, I'm not over you.
YOU ARE READING
Letters Unsent
PoesíaI've always been told that I'm good with words. The main problem is that I don't always know how to say the words I'm so good with. I find it hard to speak so i perfer to write them. Sometimes i write them in hopes it will reach the one it's to. Oth...
