A letter to my dear one, shaken with grief.A Story by Pester D. FinchesA letter to my dear one, shaken with grief.
Dearest Ana,
It’s been a while since I wrote to you last, I’m sure you are missing me, or not. It has been raining for the past two days, like the earth shared my tears. Last night, I hope you will forgive me, I was lying in bed, listening to the cool rain tap up against the window lattice, and my brain took to wondering until it found you. For a moment I forgot you were gone, yet when I reached out to pull you in close, to whisper my love in your ear, I found you had been taken away from me.
Oh’ god, how I miss you. My brain would not give the thought of you up all night. As a slept, you’re face still swam before me in the gloom. I woke often, each time striking my light. I could swear I saw you’re face in the shadows of the wear flame. You’re face, those lips that once shared my passion (of so I thought), those eyes that once glowed with love (or so I thought).
What a curious thing the mind is, why does it not show me what I want to see? Why must it show you and her? Her, the one who stole my love from me, her, whose lips now share the passion I once thought to be my own, her, who is the subject of the gaze of those beautiful eyes. How it pains me to see you two, hands in hands, arms in arms, lips upon lips.
And what a horrible pain it is, I want to blame someone, but there is no one to blame. You did not make the choice, nor did she, nor did I. I do, however, wish. I wish you could have known before those fateful words passed over your lips and into my brain “I love you”.
How those words still ring in my brain, “I love you”. How I long for you to say “I love you”. How I wish I could say to you “I love you”. Because, as much as it hurts, as much as a bleed, I love you, dearest, I love you
I’m sorry,
P.D. Finches
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1 Review Added on June 8, 2009 AuthorPester D. Finchesthe middle of No-Where, NYAbouthi, my name is Pester, some of you may know me as j.j. or what you will, but you can call my Danny (my middle name). i like Danny better them Pester, dont you? more..Writing
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