Dear Robert,
Have you ever wondered why the colour of love is often red? I have,and I think I know why. It is conveying danger. You have so many signs telling you not to love. But do we listen? No! We go right ahead, into the awaiting hands of danger, disguised as love.
So many tell you, you have fallen for the wrong person. Yet, you deny their warnings and say, they're the one for you. You call it jealousy. How stupid of us!
OUr minds and eyes are clouded with affection and we do not see what is right or wrong, does not see who does what. All we see is our beloved.
How right was Orson Scott Card when he wrote, "Everyone you love is a hostage, sapping you courage and corrupting your judgement", in the 'Empire'.
They say they love you just the way you are, yet you change yourself for them. They say they have waited an eternity for you, but how easily do they dispose of you? How easily do they deny their love for you?
This is what I thought of love before you came into my life. This is what each boy I "loved" before you was.
With each break-up I broke into little pieces. I was broken until I met you and you fixed me. Your love was like nothing I have ever experienced in this short life of mine,
When you were there I felt complete.
When you were there my world came together.
When you were there I felt loved, cared for. I felt wanted.
When you and I were together, nothing else mattered; it felt right.
Every single piece of me was put together and was filled with sunshine and happiness. It was heaven. Every second I spent with you felt like I was up above in the clouds.
When you left me though, I came crashing back to the ground; to reality. That was when all hell broke loose. Nothing felt complete and my world fell apart. I felt lost and unwanted. I didn't know my purpose in life without you.
Slowly and gradually my friends left me. This was only after they tried every single trick up their sleeve to bring me out of my misery. As hard as both they and I tried, it wouldn't work.
I was neither here or there. I was in a world of my own. A world without you; a world filled with sorrow. Everything present in this new world of mine is incomplete. Even me. there was something lacking in everything. As hard as I tried to find the missing pieces and fix everything, it never worked.
I need you Robert! I need you to come back andd fix everything. To bring back the sunshine and the happiness. I love you. I miss you :(
Cynthia
xoxox
