Love letters.

To a lost relationship,

 

I’ve found you while wandering around in my thoughts again. I always forget how much of me you truly managed to drag out of that hole. Now everything you touched still lingers with your presence.

 

If you asked me, I’d blurt out that I don’t want anything to do with you anymore, you hurt me. But I can’t help but thank you at the same time. I do owe a lot.

 

That’s not what I’m here to tell you though. I found something tangible today. Your handwriting. In a book that you had left me when we still intertwined our lives. I had to blink a couple times and I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach because I remembered that we’re no longer that way.

 

I wish you didn’t run. At least explained to me… given me some sort of closure or was honest that it wasn’t working out.

 

I hope you’re happy, from the bottom of my heart.

 

I don’t know you anymore, but I loved who you were to me.

 

I’ll cherish you forever, and hopefully the resentment will die down within that time. How you managed to transform me without being here is absolutely beyond my comprehension.

 

With love,

 

M