Letters to My Lover #3
Dear _,
I’ve spilled my guts, and still I’m left to bleed. Too many questions, too many what-if’s. And even after opening Pandora’s box, you couldn’t give me a yes or no. I’ll say it again: all or nothing. I wanted to give you my All, but you couldn’t meet my Everything.
I admit after we parted, I looked you up, as we do. You made it easy, a public timeline. I saw your childhood, your school, your past relationships. I saw your dancing, and the part an ex played in it.
And I felt sad. A deep Sadness that I never got to witness that: a You that trained, a You that danced, a You in youth before the world broke your heart. Even the You whose heart was already breaking. I wanted to be there, to know all of You (though I can’t guarantee I would’ve been any wiser).
Now you have left it all behind and moved on to a new chapter of your life. I see it in your photos; the innocence left your eyes. That bright look of untainted promise replaced by roaming strife.
And I grieve. I grieve for the You I never knew. I grieve for that Lost Boy. I thought if I couldn’t be part of your past, at least let me be part of your future.
