My dearest Love,
It’s been 3 months since you left and it feels like an eternity.
Three months since I last saw your face.
Three months since I last heard your voice.
Three months since we last kissed or touched.
Three months since you last said you loved me.
It doesn’t feel like 3 months.
I remember this feeling from when we started dating.
Three months felt like we’d been together for 3 years. We were so connected with one another and our love ran so deep. But now, I’m wondering if it was fated not to last.
Maybe our love burned too hot and bright for this world. Maybe it was too much for our fragile human hearts to handle. But I don’t really believe that that’s true because I have a longing deep inside of me that insists on believing in the forever love story. I don’t believe tragedy has to end them all.
I still remember the first time you said you loved me.
We were standing in the doorway in the kitchen, watching the sun rise and the chickens start pecking and you turned to me and said that you knew it was crazy and you had sworn to yourself that you would never say it again, but…
