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Dear M,
We were sitting in the pub and patiently waiting for you. Maisie was patiently waiting, not me obviously. We were talking about thousands of themes. Our favorite place was occupied, so we chose a place near a transparent, wide window , so I could see the street. I looked at the window or at the door but you were nowhere to be seen.
I'm siping my cola nervously. This is what I do when I'm nervous. I looked at the wall. there are band stickers on it. - The beatles, Oasis, Placebo, Red hot chill papers ... Look, here's Muse too, - I told Maisie to look up at the little black sticker, with a red letters on it.
I prefer The beatles.it's my all time favourite. Even though I love many bands and I'm still in the process discovering . I remember the time when my uncle had the song 'Help' on ringtone. That's how I discovered them. Later I also found out that in the 60-70s, Beatles were more popular than Jesus.
And still, it is impossible to listen to the song called ' blackbird 'and do not feel sense of calmness. The blackbird will take these broken wings and fly. Although this song is about civil rights movement, I always take it more personally.
You opened the door and walked in the usual manner.
I think there is't more beautiful thing than a person you miss the most.

When I see you, I am going through 3 stages of mood change. At first my heart starts beating like a wild creature in my body. I can't think, I can't speak .i can't breathe. All I can do is to gaze at you.Your eyes are more frolicsome and watery. The curls are more light brown and longer.
On the second stage I start talking. I know a bit strangely, as I know. I told you about the little puppy me and Maisie saw in the street. Also, I mentioned Molly black-brown Dachshund we saw at the vet-pharmacy.
- ... so I brought my hand to her nose. This is how you get permission to pet the dog.. And oh my god, she had little, pink tongue and beautiful fur.- you listen to me with a sweetest smile on your face.
At the end of the day I am broken to pieces. Goodbyes aren't for me. I can't stand it. I feel hopeless and kind of lost. I can't move away from your lovingable body.

All I can think of is
Why aren't you here?







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