The Letters

The letterbox

 "Okay! It's the end I am done with the whole damn letter thing."

He got up from the table where he wrote many dreams on those letters which he thought he could turn into reality. But do all the dreams you see come true; all we could is hope for it.

Things were just a person would ask for. A 7 to 5 well-paying job. A house to rest and no debt. He carried the latest phone and was a bit tech enthusiastic and also wore a smartwatch. He has many colleagues in the office who liked him. Ah... there are some assholes in offices who couldn't like anyone and he never stuck on them.

Grrrr.... The electric toothbrush was working just fine. It was a fine sunny morning in April and the weather couldn't be better than it. The spring was all over the small garden on the front as the flowers were blooming bright. He made himself a cup of coffee and had some breakfast and he was all his normal routine. What was out of the ordinary was a letterbox yes a bunch of letters and notes.

He thought he was going to end all her memories by throwing all those letters. There was a time where he could give his own life over those letters. But today was a different day. He now believed she won't come again. Prometheus was still in love with that woman but he knew there was more to love; trust and support. In which she failed miserably. She took him from those grasslands to the oasis but left him on the desert where he was lonely. He wore his suit and pant, the same which he wore on her 1st date and picked up those letters and walked towards the door. Before he could open the door doorbell rang and he hurriedly dropped and kept those letters inside so no one could see it. Arjan was standing on the door. He welcomed him inside and Arjan just refused saying he was just there to see him as he was on his neighbor and it seemed he was going to go outside so he won't want to linger him and drove off. Soon after he drove, he again reached back to the letters, kept those on the car and drove off.