Have you ever woken up from a deep sleep and realized that what you thought was a dream is actually a nightmare? That’s how I feel about what happened with the muse of one of my recent book collections.
As a lover and a writer, I needed to share my side. However, I must admit that it felt uncomfortable to have written a book inspired by someone who has done me so wrong. So instead of immortalizing him with a single book that he can claim as his, I decided to mix its content with other pieces. This way, he won’t have anything. Even if he did, the other pieces I have jotted down in my journal will do their work to make it unrecognizable—perhaps no one will get to know that those pieces were something born from the adoration I had for him. He once told me that it’s on me to decide if I want to keep living the way I did when I told him that I can’t bear the pain any longer.
So I’ve decided. I’ve decided that he can’t have any of my love. Not even the love I gave him in the past.
I’m taking it all back.
And so my dear lover(s), I present to you:
Scribbled Soliloquies
A collection of love letters, monologues, footnotes, and drafts of my innermost sentiments. These are the secret stories in my life I have told no one, with characters and plots that either hold a place in my heart or have taken a part of it.
To my former friends, lost lovers, and serendipitous strangers whom fate has somehow inscribed in the lore of my life, stay on. One of these soliloquies might be for you...and there will be others to come soon.
Author’s Note: This is one of the growing collections in the garden of the lover’s poetry.
Yours Truly,
The Lover✨
