A Lost Love by Chris Wood
As the sun rises this morning I feel heart ache yet again. Though its been 4 months, the vision of you and me together, will not be forgotten. As the wind blows in the trees, I feel as if you're saying "Hello" as I awake this morning. But as quickly as it starts, you say goodbye with the sign of the wind settling down. Why? This word ends up way too often in my daily vocabulary. For I wonder why did this happen? Why did the rug get pulled out from under me? Why does my soul ache every time I heard the first 3 letters of your name? Oh how I ache, and I stumble to finish writing this. For its too hard for me to think about, but yet it has to be said.
I love you now, I've loved you in the past, and I will love you in the future. Even though we will never meet again doesn't mean our love for each other has to be the same. As I continue this letter of so many words, I still cannot describe what I am feeling. I have to write over candlelight for the clouds have awakened and I can almost feel your touch as the thunder cracks through the open sky. And I can almost see your beauty as the lightning strikes. But yet I am not satisfied. For this isn't really you. Like a distant star that looks so clear in the night sky, yet it is so far away.
I've always been a man of many words, but in this case, there is no amount of words that can describe you. Like a writer repeatingly getting writers block as he continues to struggle to finish is first novel. This is the feeling I have come upon as I write to you. Yet I wait daily for my pain to fade away, my heart rebuild, I wonder if that happens, will my memories of you go way? Like the drifting ocean water I, like the water, find our memories drifting away. I don't want this to happen for memories is all we have left. Unlike the sun when it sets, It's a beautiful vision to see but you know that you'll always see it the next day. With you my beautiful vision is only a memory and soon, even though I don't like to acknowledge it, will sadly be forgotten like the snow melting as winter turns into spring.
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