Good evening beautiful,
I know I haven't spoken for a while, maybe out of fear, maybe out of regret, maybe... because I still can't overcome what leaving you have done to me.
I remember that cursed last day: your honey glazed eyes looking down, telling me that you have to... there is no other option, leaving is the only way. My palm on your silky skin, my eyes struggling to keep themselves from crying, reading your lips partially struck partially amazed... I will never see them pieces of heaven speaking to me... ever.
It was a little past 5...
