day three » 3 / 9 / 14

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by ofsgucci

by ofsgucci

Dear My Love,

I stepped outside, but just for a second. I planned on getting the mail from our box, but as soon as I felt the chilly air it reminded me how real all of this is. The frigid air made my mind falter, and all the images of us outside ran through my head. Not only that, but I realized I will have your mail. I have been trying to find a way to get it to you, without having to say your name aloud. I don't think I will ever be ready to say your name. Writing the name in ink is much easier I suppose. The name Harry has always been so easy for me to roll off of my tongue, but now it seems as the words have glued my lips together.

Lips. The taste of sweet mint from your pink lips still lingers on my taste buds, and no amount of alcohol can wash it away. I know I have been sober for quite a while now, and I remember how proud you were of me, but without you, what incentive do I have? It is not like I actually care about myself now. To speak the truth, I despise myself. It's what I did to lose you.

I don't think I will ever be able to speak about us separating ways. I don't allow my mind to wander far enough past your words, "Oh Dove my beauty, what have you done?"

What have I done? I have lost the one thing- the one thing most sacred to me. You.

Love, Your Beauty.