The Beautiful Irony
Hey M,
I hope you’re doing well out there somewhere.
I still think about you all the time, I still see your face at night and replay memories we shared together.
Oh and what memories we did have, some life changing amazing memories that came to an abrupt end, the tragic beautiful sorrow wrapped in the memory of us.
Next year I was meant to marry you and I still remember that day I asked you, oh how beautiful you looked in that red dress at the waterfall. A memory that will last with me forever.
I think in the end we both got lazy, well I admit I did. I’m not sure about how you would see yourself in the end, I wish I’d of seen the old me sooner and gave him a good slap to wake up as living without you has been.. empty, eye opening and truly heartbreaking. But I guess that’s the consequence I have to sit in to understand how I became who I was.
I guess the beautiful irony of it all is I became who I am now because of it, and I love who I am now.
Crazy how I couldn't give you this version as I believe we’d fall in love all over again.
Maybe one day, in another life.
Goodbye Monkey