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My world might never sparkle again the way it did when you were there. I’m afraid that I’ll never dedicate my heart and soul to anyone else again. I’m afraid that I’ll live on day to day wearing this scar and then die into nothingness just as quickly as I was born. I’m afraid that no one has witnessed our moments and therefore they weren’t real. It was very real and very important to me. Maybe you have forgotten by now. I had hoped we could wait for the right timing and place and be back together then. I’d hoped fate would listen to my thousand and one prayers.

Please come back to me. Please. It’s not like me to beg and I hate being this way. But today this is how I feel.

My world is still beautiful and romantic, but a tinge sad and empty without my soul love.

There are so many beautiful people in the world, I know it’s easy to find another. I somehow feel like our connection isn’t over though… we’re just catching our breath. I’ll stand here with you and admire the view. I know I made you important to me and I could just as easily make you unimportant. But I like that you’re important to me. You’ve inspired me endlessly, and I have a few more poems in there. But hopefully not the tragic ones anymore. The sweet, tender, rose-scented ones that glimmer through a faded window only after a rough night of dark surrender.

Maybe. In any case, time will tell.

I’d wake up in your arms and think about nothing, just feel your body and breathe your air. I might smell your hair , and not even secretly. We’d cook breakfast together, say a lot of nothing . Maybe play some music, lie in the sun. Maybe we’ll decide to go on a hike. We’d spend the whole day finding a waterfall. I would hold your hand as often as I could. I’d do it as much as I could before you got annoyed. No, I’d do it all day and if you get annoyed I’ll stop haha . Hopefully we would have a happy day, but it’s whatever the universe wants, because if they want us to rain, we could do that together. The type of tropical storm that rains hot. Flooding and swallowing the earth until we’re drowning and sloppily pulling each other down into the mud. We have gotten out of worse. When sun, we’ll be fine again.

Maybe I’ll have to wait until my next life for this, since you don’t want it in this timeline.

Because I think that you would get freaked out over how crazy I am about you. I think it overwhelms you and you think I’m crazy. I like to push you away sometimes because I can’t tell if you’re saying yes or no if you don’t say it directly. I know that you communicated in a really subtle way but it’s not enough for me . I need super clear directions otherwise I don’t know what it means . I want you and I don’t want to change you but it’s also not enough to live like this guessing and analysing every single one of your little online actions .

I hope one day you just decide to talk to me directly and tell me the truth about everything. Even if I react negatively, just tell me the truth . That would be the kindest thing to do. Well the best case scenario is that we meet again through fate or planned coordination, and then we find out we’re still deeply in love. And then we build a life together.

I hope we can achieve that in this lifetime. If not I’ll wait for you at the next when I’m done with this one.

To anyone really. Somehow I just felt like the universe would bring them back into my life if it was meant to be. Yet you, I cling on to you so hard, like our tie hasn’t burnt out yet. I’m sick of it yet I find no relief in my mind. They say everything gets better with time but does it?