Dear Al,My world is empty without you.
Everything reminds me of you. When I look at flowers, it reminds of how you adored me.The stars seem to mock me at my loonliness. The moon reminds me of the glimmers of your touch. Every night leaves me cold and miserable.
I miss those honey brown eyes that kept gazing at me intently when you thought I wasn't looking.You have left pieces of you in every little thing, Al and most importantly a bigger piece of you will always be in me.
And now that I realize how you were there for me in every step I took. How dependent I became on you and with you gone never in my life have I felt truly alone like this.I was lost.
I thought you abandoned me. Sounds absurd doesn't it. The box of letters was handed over to me and I had no courage to open it.
The 185 letters addressed to me. A letter for each day for 6 months for me to feel your presence everyday till we complete our institute and meet again.
A love so selfless is making me strong.
It is selfish of me to say this but I can't let you go yet, Al.I still need you.
I love you, Al. I will always love you forever.
From your dove.
Reading his letters are the only thing that I am going to look forward to everyday.
Two days ago, I shifted to Chicago and moved into the institute's dorm room. I cross one day on the calendar just 184 more days to find myself again.
I close my eyes taking a deep breath. I can do this. I can get through this.
I get ready to attend my first day at uni. Grabbing the map of the table I slid it into backpack.
On my way I try to find my way to the lit. class. The Institute of literature and Arts has three buildings and 4 floors. It is pretty big and well populated. In about 15 minutes I am in front of the class.
I feel someone touch my shoulder and to my surprise its my best friend Liz.
She didn't tell me she was joining the same institute, this sneaky bitch. I have a huge smile on my face as I welcome her with a warm hug.
We both start chatting and I find out that she is having lit class in her first hour as well.We both head inside and find a bench at the back and start matching our time tables and unfortunately, we just have like 3 classes together that overlap every week.
This sucks.
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Honey- Brown Lies
Short StoryAfter the love of her life Alexander (Al) passes away, Devina Williams is heartbroken. Months of isolation, didn't help much either. Treasuring the memories and hanging on to the hundreds of letters addressed to her. Hoping to make past her Masters...