You’d be proud of me Askim
I’ve achieved so much
I’m driven by the pain
**** it burns inside me
I want you to be proud
Despite my anger
I guess you’ll never know now
So what does it matter

Hey Askim I can’t sleep… Maybe it’s the blood moon lunar eclipse. I’m restless tonight.  My heart is restless.  I miss you.

I’ve resisted the urge to write to you… mainly because we both needed to find our feet again, and partly because it’s not fair that you get these notes and I get nothing :/

But that’s life eh. I ****** up and here we are…


There’s a few things I wanted to say after our chat.
When I said we moved offices and weren’t in your building, I got my cities confused. (I hadn’t slept much either). I have no idea where our offices are in your city. I’ve never been there and I don’t plan on visiting them. I just wanted to clear that up.

I forgot to share that I wore the scarf you knitted me for the first time a few months ago :) and then again last week. It’s so warm and it feels like a comforting hug around my neck.  It’s one of my most cherished possessions. That and my teapot.

I still use the kettlebell gloves you gave me. Every week. I used to put them on and feel anger as I worked out. The anger is gone Askim. I can’t thank you enough for sharing that time with me a few weeks ago.

Do you remember the wild poppies in my garden. Tiny little red poppies. I collected the seeds and sprinkled them around the neighbourhood. The streets around my home now have them every November. I’m going to keep collecting the seeds and spreading them. The flower of remembrance… my silent tribute to our, now distant, love.  

I still have a few succulents from our time and a single white orchid. I left so many of them to die, unfortunately, when I was in a very dark place. There’s so much I didn’t share about my dark days… But I look after the plants now. I hope to share them with you again one day…

My teapot is back on my desk.

I know you’re back on your feet. Going about your day. I miss you.

I don’t know what will become of this library of love and pain. I can’t use it to write love notes into the black void. And I’m not asking you to come back. You need to respect the life you live. I respect the life you live.

This place is therapy for me… but I don’t know what its future holds. I don’t know what it will become for me, apart from somewhere to empty my heart when it all gets too much.
Is it unfair on you that you have no right of reply… is it unfair on me that I receive no reply? I don’t know Askim. It’s just how life worked out…

As I finish this letter, the eclipse has passed. The blood red moon, washed by the sun, she is radiating a pure innocent white again.

Missing you tonight…

I’d do almost anything for you.
Almost anything.
Almost.
Not that...
I won’t leave my own flesh and blood.
Now I pay the price. We both do.
You’ve never stared into your own soul, young, innocent and wholly dependent on you.
I bet you hate me for it some days...
That makes two of us.
So be it.
Doesn’t make it any easier.

I miss you, my friend.
I miss my friend.
We were so much more. We were more than words can describe.  
But it’s your friendship I miss the most...
You always said we couldn’t just be friends. Maybe so.
But It’s your friendship I miss the most...
No one knew me like you. No one knows you like I did. That’s still true. We both know it.
But It’s your friendship I miss the most...
I’d trade almost anything to be friends again.
I know it won’t be.
Self preservation is stronger than all traits.
And you have that stronger than most.
So be it.

Askim,

I came and I left. I missed you. Gosh how I missed you. I don’t feel like I’m even allowed to admit it. I surely don’t feel like I can email this to you. I missed you.
It’s been a while since I’ve felt a tear roll down my cheek. Let alone many.
It’s been a big week. I kicked ***.
I miss you.
I sorry. I’m supposed to be stronger.
I just have a lot of emotion to release and it’s all coming out tonight.
Maybe I should I delete this. I don’t even know.
I feel like we’re more lost than we’ve ever been. But maybe that’s just me. I feel quite lost at the moment. Generally.
I’m not sending this so you can save me. I’m just burning up on the inside and I need to let it out.  I’m sorry.
I wish I was stronger.

I read your poems tonight until tears were steaming down my cheeks

I told someone about you yesterday
I told them about us.
Of the love. Of the loss. Of the pain and desolation.

I don’t talk of us lightly.
But it was the right thing to do
You see he was in the same situation
And he couldn’t see out of the hole

I’ve been there, you see
I clawed my way out without you
So I lent him my hand
Proof that loss of your ikizim isn’t a death sentence
Just a life in which you feel dead

My dearest Askim,

Consider this a line in the sand on a sunny beach.

I felt the need to leave something positive here for you. That’s why I’m writing today. To break the cycle of hurt and pain. Love shines from today. Even with tears running down my cheeks on the plane.

The past is the past. Today I finally let it go. Let it be what it was. We can’t change it now. I truly hope today helped you too…  

What we can do is be our best. Live our best lives. I won’t rehash everything I said to you today, you heard it. I have nothing but love for you. And I will protect you until the day I die. That is something I will commit to for just a very few people on this earth. But I do so, unreservedly for you. Always.

It still doesn’t mean I won’t miss you every day I’m alive…

The main thing I wanted to say was thank you for giving me the gift of 90 minutes with you. I shall cherish that time more than you know. You set me free today. I can’t thank you enough.

I’m wishing you a big sleep after the disruption I brought to you. I’m wishing you peace and happiness.

And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you
And I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know, that every time I don’t,
I almost do…

Sweet dreams Askim.
Seni seviyorum **

Simple really. You had to choose a path for yourself. I get it. Self preservation always wins. It’s what makes us human.
But know that I gave my all for you. And **** I miss you.
Let these poems and sad love stories be my heart’s final grave.
For how sad am I?
Mourning a love who has long gone...

I picked up my phone maybe 20 times tonight. Then forced myself to put it back down. I need to write to you. I’m craving a connection with you. But it’s a dead end. You’ve disappeared… again. I’m so ******* torn. I want to delete everything and burn it all to the ground. But I can’t. This is all I have left. This and my pain. My old friend sorrow too. I don’t remember much. From our time. I remember your smiles. I remember craving your touch and longing to be by your side. I remember ******* like animals and making love like angels. I miss you… **** I try not to. I’m still kinda ****** with you too. Most of all I’m just sad. Because I miss you. The longer this goes on the more I feel like we’ll never speak again in this life. I actually don’t think I’ll ever hear your voice again or touch you. Yeah that hurts. The sadness has become a part of me. My pain has become a part of me. When I think of you I feel sick to the bottom of my stomach. I don’t want you to come back. Please don’t. I’d ******* fall to pieces. I’m barely keeping my **** together as it is. I just want a hug.

I miss you...

I had the hope of seeing you this week… in my heart I wanted to see you. But I knew you wouldn’t be there. And when I arrived there, I couldn’t feel you.
I knew you weren’t there.
The place felt empty. It felt like I didn’t have a purpose there.
I still looked for you… in every new face, there was a little flicker of hope that maybe it was you. Followed by a stab of disappointment…

I was in the city where we met in recently. Boy did that **** with my head. I was walking the street alone…drunk and high… just walking inside my feelings, when I saw you. I swear. I walked past this girl and there was no doubt in my mind it was you. None.
I lost the ability to breathe… half doubled over I spun around and circled back, in shock and disbelief. Approaching the girl, wide eyed… it clearly wasn’t you…
I’ve never been so relieved and upset at the same time. Yes, that’s a weird feeling.
I staggered back down the street. Shaking my head in disbelief… I saw you Askim. I saw you. It was beautiful. A few seconds with my Ikizim.
I had a thought today. What if I’ve seen you for the last time… what if… that’s it. What if we never feel each others vibration again.
what if…

I’m unclean, a libertine and every time you vent your spleen I seem to lose the power of speech. You’re slipping slowly from my reach… you grow me like an evergreen, you’ve never seen the lonely me at all. I fall… without you I’m nothing…
- Brian Molko

How could I possibly have something with you again?
How could I possibly trust you again?
How could I believe you won’t burn me when it suits you?

How could you possibly trust me?
I’m a ******* right?
I’m a dog.
That’s me.