Unsent Letters #1 Poison
Dear Naomi, As I sit back, again, today to pen you this piece I remember a million pieces like this which deserved a life too, which deserved touch of your hands too, which deserved to be looked at and smiled at by you, but like this one they will never reach or touch or feel you. They will never damage you again. They will never touch your soul again just to squeeze the very essence of your being from it. Haunting how words can cause this much pain, haunting how they can haunt you themselves by both their presence and absence. Yeah, we've discussed attachments and losses a million times and who can understand better than me how nothing lasts forever? But I had dreamed forever in you. To me you were the embodiment of that word which I could touch and feel-forever. They say you can't live without each other in love but guess we had been training each other all the time when we were together. That's why you still live, and I still breathe. Is this a life that I'm living?...