I found this love letter today. In an old box with a bunch of old papers. It was a love letter from you. As I started reading it, all the feelings from four years ago came rushing back into my heart and my head. I could picture you again standing in front of me with your tall frame. Eyes as bright as amber; skin as soft as a baby. There you were, just as I remember you. I couldn’t even get through the first sentence without tearing up. As the words came out of my mouth, so did tears drip from my eyes onto the paper handwritten from you. All I could think of is that I don’t know where you are, but I wish you were here with me.
We were together for so many years, I forgot what it felt like not to be in love. It took almost even a year to get over you so how could I ever forget the things we once did together. We were like unstoppable lovers, fighting the good war for each others hearts. I don’t remember where we went wrong. All I know is that by reading this letter from you that it sill isn’t over for me. Wherever you are in the world, I hope you still remember all the words you use to write to me. We are lost lovers, floating around in space. Looking for somewhere to lay our heads in a safe place.
If you only knew what you meant to me; what you still mean to me. I should have spoke to you that night. I should have said I am sorry quicker. I should have let you know that I loved you when I had the chance. I am thousands of miles away. I live in Ireland now. Starting somewhere fresh. I feel like this is good start for me. Hopefully I will meet someone who will pick up the pieces of my broken heart. I think I will, one day. Just keeping my eyes open for the special one. I know you would want me to be happy. And that’s exactly what I will be. Irelands’ fresh open air fills my lungs. And my heart in pieces slowly comes back together again. I think all I need is time away from you and I’ll be okay. I feel its better if we love separately because loving together causes too much pain within our selves. It is too much of a load for either of us to handle. I have to remember a broken heart doesn’t stop me from living. Living for myself. Ireland has nothing but adventures and pubs. Find me there?