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« on: May 21, 2015, 03:55:42 PM »
The End
The way things ended, I would have to say it was unfair. I prepared myself for such a long time coming,
as I had done so in my past. Yet, I secretly hoped that this last one would have ended in matrimony.
It was, however, no secret that I loved boundless of depths. In our time of forever, we exchanged beaucoup
letters which I neatly stored in a lidded box. They carefully rest on a closet shelf that I rarely use.
I seem brave but I’m all still too tender to even dare to uncover that box. Piled on another shelf in my
bedroom are a handful of writing pads with lettering indentations created by the pressure of an eager pen.
My fingertips brace the indentations like a Braille reader. The first white lined page, crispy with a texture
like fine fuzz of tree bark, welcomes my hand as I prepare to write yet another letter. Thoughts wrestle
in my mind yet…nothing, the page empty. The writing pad and its entirety patiently await my words.
My blank stares sear that page of indentation. Instilled at the bottom was that quick yet firm stroke of a
heart, something I always signed off with, as opposed to “love”, “yours truly”, or any other mushy things
the human mind comes up with. Moving my gaze to alleviate the sudden dawning agony of precious and
carefully crafted memories, I only found his name atop of the letter. This is the name of the man once
I showered with love, and answered at his any beckoning. In between these two figures, his thicken and
bolded name and that chirpy little heart, like a lover’s mark withstanding rain and shine on a tree trunk,
doting phrases of yesterday call out to me.
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