Category: Unsent letters

Goodbye.

Love,
My son saw me crying and I dried my tears and smiled. I could not say to him: "My boy, your mother's a fool, she fell in love."
My mother saw me crying and I said it's the pain. I could not say to her: "Mother, your daughter's a fool, she dreamt again."
You'll never see me crying. And I'd never say: "My love, I am a fool, but I breathe for you."

Love,
I hope one day you can speak to me as I speak to you. Tell me as much as I tell you. Share yourself with me as I share myself with you.
I'll be here, when you open up. And if you don't, that's ok too. I'll still be here.
I'll keep dancing alone.
yours

Love,
what have I done wrong? 
You'll never tell me, will you?
Perhaps I didn't do anything wrong. Maybe I am the wrong.

Love,
I don't know how to do it. How to go on. How to live. 
Each time it just cuts deeper. Have I told you lately how much I miss you? 
I was left alone too many times. 
I am, as I was,
no-one's 

Love,
I've learned a valuable lesson from you: telling someone you miss them is like pouring salt on your wound. 
Well, perhaps saying I've learned it is not the truth. I should say that I'm still learning it. I'm trying. I've said it again, you see. Sometimes I forget. Will I ever learn?
yours

Love, 
I sense us slowly drifting apart. It hurts me. 
I hurt each moment I miss you. Sometimes it was hard to breathe.
This pain now... the pain of loosing you... the pain of distance growing between us... it's different. It's not so sharp. It doesn't feel like a knife in my heart. It's like a lump in my throat. It's like my lungs can't expand. It's like slowly dying...
yours

Love,
I'm listening to same old songs over and over again. I wish you were beside me. 
I met someone. He makes me feel what I felt with you, before your absence was too overwhelming. I am afraid. Will I miss him the same? How much more missing can my heart take?
yours

Love,
there is a part of me that tells me I made mistake each time, because I wanted too much, and gave too much.
But there is another part of me, and this part wonders. What good is giving, if we don't give it all? What good is love, if we don't love completely? What good is life, if we don't live it fully?
Tell me, Love... Which part is right?
yours

Love,
I will always love you. Maybe not the same as I do now, but I will. But, just maybe someday someone could love me back, and I'll love him too.
A part of me, however, will always be
yours

Love,
sometimes I think you know. You know how desperately I'm waiting for each moment with you. You know how lonely I get without you. You know I try so hard to break this bond that only hurts me. You know I know you never see me as I see you. And you know I'm still standing in the shadows, hoping that perhaps one day you'll choose me. 
And I don't get angry at you for knowing. I get angry at myself, because it doesn't change a thing. I'm still
yours

Love,
I want to say that it doesn't matter, that I'm moving on, that it was all just a game, a joke. That I never loved you, never wanted you, never, never. But it would be a lie. 
yours

Love,
hold me, please. Let me forget all this pain for a moment. Hold me. Please. 
yours

Love,
I know a day will come when I won't think of you. But it wasn't today, and it won't be tomorrow.
yours

Love,
I know that you care. In some way you even love me. I feel that. But I'll never be your choice. And sometimes that matters too much.
yours

Love,
even though I knew the truth, I kept hoping. Waiting. Waiting... for what never came. 
yours

Love,
What more can I say? I'll never forget you.
But I'll do my best to get over you. Still, 
yours

Love,
I miss you so much. How can I miss something that was never there? Yet... I do. I miss you terribly. I know it's only my imagination, I know it's a fabrication of my mind... yet... I do. I miss you. 
yours

Love,
I understand it. I do. It is not meant. It is no more than a idea that should be hidden in the depths of my soul. Yet, Love, each day it emerges from within me, trying to reach you. And each night it dies.
yours

Love,
It was such a nice day. A couple was hugging and kissing and giggling. I am ashamed to admit I was jealous. Envious. I know it will not be me, like that, again... I wish I were.
yours