Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Letter #3

Dear Everett,
I wanted to be you. I wanted to to be where you were entirely. I wanted to be your piano. I wanted you to play me, play my bones. Press the keys until I snapped. I wanted your fingertips to release the melody I felt only for you. I wanted to be your dog, wanted to be your bed. I wanted to be your happiness. What else could I do? I just stood there in my black evening gown scratching myself where you wouldn't see. I was crying the whole time we were dancing.
"Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to London, with all that distance between us. I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly."

3 comments:

  1. Your letters make me heartbroken, Valmai. :'( This is sad but beautifully written as always ♥

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  2. There are always some ties of string that will never break, ever, they remain strong for years and years. Beautiful words.
    Lxxx

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  3. My gosh you're wonderful.

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