Letter.....

He wrote me a letter....
I found it months later hidden beneath dreams, to-do list, dinner parties, work....life..... 

 I hadn't for obvious reason expected it.....and because I lacked that foresight I was ill-prepared for what it said and the emotions it caused within me

 In-between the lines I felt the sheer rawness my escape left him with.. 
He was unprepared for my departure.....
The void I had left him with was in his words was breath taking... 

 My intentions were pure...
filled with the hope and promise that he was the 'elusive one' and for awhile he was the one that made me leap between melancholy dreams and reality...

 When I began to stumble on the facts and let go of fiction...
it was so real that the one was still elusive....and the unfulfilled self...better known as me...
reared her head...
poking and prodding me to move on......

 Drowning at this point was beyond my control and began to sink to where I was most comfortable....    with me....  

 Sitting on the edge...though there's no turning back I realized this....that the selfish me will never be willing to share me....it is me that is standing in between finding the one....   

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