Letter I'll Never SendA Story by JulietJust some fiction I cooked up after seeing a lady by herself buying chips and shuffling back to her hotel room. I sit here alone in this spacious hotel room, so empty, ornate. The decor, aesthetically pleasing, but nothing to raise my spirits. A black and white photograph here, a nice duvee there, but I really could care less. My apathy has gotten the best of me. Eating dinner alone in front of the tv, I methodically open and place my chip bags and soda in front of me, ready for the voyage into mainstream media, a solitary adventurer. My crew abandoned me long ago and my ship nothing short of broken. Misery loves company, but this ship only has it's captain and vice versa. Repetitive experiences each night lead me to dread each day that I drag my luggage out to a cab and onto the next airport or hotel, that much farther away from you. Trying to keep you off my mind is no easy chore, but I suppose effort is what counts. Please, find some way to make me hate you, despise you even, just so I can get some sleep at night and not bear the monotony of missing you while I stare up at this bland ceiling. I don't want to cry anymore and I want you off my mind. Though only because I long for sleep, my love. I'll always crave you. The days go by, and the vision of your gorgeous face never fades, never budges an inch. It remains firmly in my mind and from the looks of it, has no intention of going away. I don't know what to beg for, nor do I know what will ease this pain. My sacrifice will most likely be the fact of my love for you lacking the ability to subside, but as long as you are happy, I'll battle insomnia and longing until the end of time.
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4 Reviews Added on October 12, 2011 Last Updated on October 12, 2011 AuthorJulietAntarctica, TNAboutYou don't need to know about me. Just read. I write likeKurt VonnegutI Write Like. Analyze your writing! more..Writing
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