He ripped the letter open as if an adult annoyed by another bill to pay.
His hands were shaking and he could barely breathe correctly from the scent of her around it.
His eyes scanned the paper just to see her font-looking handwriting along the lines. Her name signed at the end with 'love'.
He took a breath before letting his eyes focus on the words.
Dear You,
If you're seeing this now, I guess you know by now that I'm never coming back to you.
I know you're probably not wanting to see this letter but please absorb each word ahead of this.
You were the one. You were the only one that made my world feel alive. You were the oxygen that was in my lungs. You were my everything.
I never told you this.
You don't need my words from my mouth. You didn't need me like I needed you.
I never told you how I felt when your lips were pressed to mine. I never told you how I felt when you said you loved me.
I'm not the one for you.
I knew this since I laid my eyes onto yours. You don't belong to me.
You imagined me as the perfect girl for you. I was the realist, you were the dreamer.
This is the reason why people like us don't last.
The real world.
You'll love someone else.
I'll be worth nothing to no one forever.
There's good in goodbye.
Find yours.
Loved,
Me.
His tears ran down his cheeks and he read the words over and over again as if she was going to appear out of thin air.
"I'll never find the good." He mumbles to himself before deciding the next step of action.
The road no one wanted.
Fin.
YOU ARE READING
Without Her
Romance{short story} What happened if the one you loved never told you she loved you back before it was too late? What if no one knew of the other's existence? What would one do without the other? (I'm sorry I suck at details).
