You make me feel like I'm running on sunshine you know? Like I'm washed with a feeling of euphoria and I can't find the way back down.
The letter was written in the most delicate of handwriting, the curves of each letter caressing the sences and resolving any destraction that dared show itself whilst you were reading it. As soon as you would lay your eyes on it, you'd be hooked.
I never really thought about the future, because why waist time looking too far forwards when you can just live where you are, right?
Did you know that ever word that passed your lips left me captivated? Sealed in a fate much worse that that of anything else. Each syllable touching my ears with tender and soft strokes, each sound delicate and pronounced, and I felt like it was all for me.
The paper itself had a background of its own. Because nothing just happens, everything is planned to some extent. Even the piece of paper grasped in a man's fingers.
Even your presence had the ability to send me overboard. Swept up and over the railings into the deep ocean, as deep as the browns of your eyes, the eyes that held me prisoner, the eyes that kept me sane, happy, content.
A flush of happiness bursting across your tan expression, contrasting against your eyes, oh how I love those eyes.
The piece had been purchased on a cool Friday afternoon, the dainty sun retreating to its slumber, the hues of approaching dusk embracing the cloud-rimmed sky.
I guess you sent me crazy in a way, crazy about you. Because the time you smiled at me and dried my tears I found myself thinking about that smile every night for as long as I can remember, always wondering when I would get to see that smile again.
Your radiant happiness enveloping my vision, lassoing me and pulling me deeper into the blind state that was my feelings towards you.
He'd carried it home with him, it and 99 other pieces. Every piece rimmed with a different colour. Each piece beautiful and unique.
The journey began when the jingle of the shop-door bell gave out is ring, and let the blue eyes boy pass back out into the cool, cool world. A red tinge to his cheeks, the cold pecking at him.
I ever really told anyone about how I felt, because they didn't need to know. All that mattered was that everyday I would get to see that smile again, the opinions of others couldn't budge my immence warmth toward you anyway. I was absolutely head over heels, and I was loving every second of it.
The old appartment door slipped open, the cool air following him inside as he slipped it closed once again, latching it tight and turning to the warmth of a home.
Love is a strong word, but it's exactly the one I'd use. I'd never felt like this before, and I never wanted to feel it for another. You were perfect in every way to me, and from what you'd let loose, I was exactly way you were looking for, who you were trying to find.
Well, you found me. I was so overjoysed the day you told me that I was the one.
The blue eyes boy lit a few candles, the soft vanilla and sandlewood sent filling each room with another hue of warmth.
He sat once finished, and let the paper fall across the table before him, each colour catching his eye.
I chose this colour because it reminded me of the first time you told me you loved me, the deep red of the curtains around me and your words coming to me in the form of a text. I still loved it either way, I hung from every word.
His pen scratched at the paper be for him, he smiled ever now and again, remenissing on the memories he was recreating and bringing to life, right before his very eyes, and when he was finished, the pen was sat aside and the blue eyes boy smiled, a tear of remembering slipping down his cheek and he chuckled softly, folding the paper in half.
You would speek to me like we were soul mates, because that was what we were, and would forever be.
I'd lay awake at night, picturing our future together, and wondering where we would find ourselves and what we may face but together and ever night I would fall asleep with the same smile, and the same memory of your sweet, sweet brown eyes.
A name was scrawled against the front of the folded paper, the red rim contrasting against the brown table as it was set neatly, the rest of the paper gently put away, and as the fire from the fireplace crackled, the blue eyes body didsapeared into the back room, a content smile on his face.
Do you remember our plans to live together, to be together forever as one where very morning we would wake up and the first thing either of us saw was each other? I do, because it was one of the most amazing thing I had to look forward too.
And as the fire crackles to a low growl, the front door could be heard, frantic knocking and banging until it was forced open and the candles were swept out.
A figure moved to the brown table, the paper sat still, and with trembling hands and eyes he picked it up, and began to read, his name soaked against the front, salty water holding its dye.
But it was all just a dream.
The paper trembled as the man's hands did.
And now, I've lost you, and everything you gave me.
The paper fluttered to the ground, a thinking noise of footsteps crumbling against the old floarboards.
Everything including my want to be here, because I don't wanna be in a world where I can't be with you.
I thought you loved me? You lied to me... You lied!
And now...
A heavy fist rapped against solid wood, and the splinters of a broken down door escaped the confines of the doorframe.
The red of the paper only reminds me of the blood I will soon come to see.
You didn't even say goodbye.
But I will.
A scream erupted and sobbing followed shortly after. A name called and muffled into the heat of the cold and lost.
I love you.
Silence.
Goodbye.
