A letter to life

An Admirer

I wake up to another dreary day. Same room, same town, same place.
But the person I wanted the most was existing in a totally different world. Her existence was something I longed for, her twinkling eyes that I adore have faded into oblivion.
I go out into my world for a walk. I like going for walks. I see a lot of different people. Some happy , some sad, some confused and some lost, like me. I see lives of people for just a second and realize that even with imperfections, this world's perfect mixture of sweet and sour is what makes it a journey worth the time.
And then, I go to work in my office. It's a well paid job, except I don't have any interest in working as a businessman. I don't talk to many people in my office and I like it that way. I adore silence and being with myself. It lets me enjoy myself without judgements and without heart breaks. They're something I loathe.
I come in the late afternoon and I started reading and I completed the last few pages of my book after which I watched some tv. Watching it helped. At least I knew that there was somebody with me for dinner, even if it was a hypothetical person.
At night, I went straight to bed. But as usual I couldn't sleep. But this was something different. Insomnia had completely taken over my head and in the middle of the night, I got up, unable to bear the memories who were waiting to be free.
They wanted to run rampant through my mind, after all, they were my only friends. As I picked up the box of letters, I knew that none of it was coming real but I had a chance to relieve happiness,again,with her,for the millionth time.