The last kiss is always the hardest. Lips barely moving together, but once they touch it lasts no longer than forgetfulness. I was captivated by the architecture of his elbow firmly placed around my shoulder. Then the darkness, lowering and lowering untill our daytime visions dissolved into mearly a dream. It was heavenly, but he had to do what he had to do. He handed me the letter. A letter because he was strong enough to start our relationship but not man enough to break out of it.
I unlaced the ruby red ribbon holding it shut. Slowly it started to unfold, flowing like the ribbon that bound it. I read it. In the time it took for the words he had written to sink in, I had so many questions. He replied with an answer that gave me no answer. No real clarification on why.
He spoke " Our eternal happiness is now gone, slipped away like grains of sand through out fingers. Darkness will be the point from which we start. The time in our hourglass has run out. It's time to be in the dark again, alone. Untill we meet the one who holds out heart. I'm sorry I wasn't the one to. "
