A letter to Alaine

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Hey love,

I miss your touch, I longed for it, the warmth of you when you're comforting me. My hands are shaking as I am remembering the way you once held them, caressed my hands and once leaving soft kisses on each one of my fingers. They way your eyes, your doe eyes that had something magical, it used to create and illusion that maybe, just maybe we can be together eternally.

Your eyes were pure and laced with sincerity. When I sunk deeper within, I saw your story, the struggles you chose not to speak and the most enchanting flecks of green irises. Your tall slender figure and how you would always complain on how you're not a woman yet just because you had no body fats. I remember your long unruly wavy hair which was fluffy and nice to bury my face when we cuddled.

You left me when it all happened. I was admiring you from afar and as I was about to cross the street, you were there. I was in a whirlwind of stupor but a loud blaring noise got me out of it. We were near the concrete pavement when a drunk driver rammed into you and you fell, red everywhere. The pungent metal smell made me want to hurl as I struggled to keep my posture rigid and call the ambulance. When I punched the numbers in, it was difficult because you were about to go. I crouched down next to you and sunk deeper into your eyes that were once full of life. Sadly, you slowly shut your eyes and blew your last breath.

There you go, to the light
For me, it was a journey of mine to the abyss of darkness.

Not mine to keep,
Blue

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