Unsent Letters

A Song For You

Down the road
We ride
Up the skies
We shine
We meet in the middle
You and I

My dearest Claire,

          I spent the whole night trying to write a song about us. Trying to write the perfect melody. The perfect lyrics. The perfect story of what happened between us. But I simply can't. What you made me feel was absolutely indescribable.

          We swept the streets at 3 am to go to the beach. Do you remember that day? We were so reckless and so in love. We felt on top of the world. We knew we love each other. And it was enough.

          We would talk all night on the phone and start the next day listening to each other's good morning's and hi's. Whispering "I love you's" and crying out apologies. We managed to go through it together.

          But then our relationship wasn't perfect. Oh how I wish it was. How I wish I could turn back the clock and hold you in my arms forever.

          I always thought you were the perfect woman for me. The one I would bring to the altar in front of our Lord. The one I have been wishing for my entire life. The one I'll spend the rest of my life with.

          I miss you. Your smile. Your hair. Your dirty clothes on the floor. Your cute slippers. Your perfume. Your kisses. Your comforting hugs. The lavender shampoo you keep in the bathroom. Your books. Everything about you.

          Every time I look back to this apartment, all I see is you. And it's killing me everyday to wake up not seeing your face the first time I open my eyes.

          Because when reality and practicality made its way and crushed us, we couldn't quite give up just yet. We fought hard. We fought the biggest fight we ever had. And when you packed your bags and left, my whole world stopped.

          I am a machine and my batteries ran out. You see, you were the one that powered me. You were my reason to live. The inspiration to my songs. The solution to my problems. The one behind every success and with me every failure. Losing you broke me. And only you could fix me.

          You know I tried to bring you back. To bring us back. How I tried to call you countless times but you didn't answer. A week later, you changed your number. I went to your office but you resigned. And if I wasn't any more broken, I was. It was like you were starting a whole new life without me. You're starting from scratch and you're erasing any trace of me from your life.

         I know I should move on but how can I, when you were the one who taught me how to hold on?

         Maybe by the time you read this, I have already moved on from you. But know that every song I have written has always been for you. You have owned my mind, my soul, my heart, from the start. Nothing can change that.

          Maybe what we had wasn't meant to last. Maybe what we had was something I could write a song about and put into the world so that everybody out there can hear it playing on the radio and sing it at the top of their lungs. Maybe it was meant to be a lesson for me and for the many out there. I thank you for coming into my life and for leaving me with words I have turned into lyrics and later into songs. I still love you but I will move on, I promise. I will never forget you or what we had.

Yours,
Aero