Oct 2016
Dear Z.K.
Stay. Please just stay. I’m not gonna ask you to stay with me forever. Forget all that. Stay with me or tonight. Please. Hold me close and I know I know that when I’m in your arms I’ll be all right. I won’t ask you to tell me that you love me. I don’t think I’ll have to explain anything. Just kiss me once. I know you don’t love me. But, for one night I want to feel like you do. Tell me I was important to you, even if it was just for a moment. Tell me I changed you somehow, even if it was just a little bit. Tell me I left my mark, even if it faded away. I know that after tonight we will never see each other, but tell me that we will see each other again, that we will meet again somehow. Tell me something. Anything. Anything to keep me alive. Stay with me tonight. And lie to me. Console me with lies because I’ll be clinging on to those lies for the rest of my life. Please help me breathe. Please don’t go away. Please stay
Stay.
Yours always,
R.S.
Stay. Please just stay. I’m not gonna ask you to stay with me forever. Forget all that. Stay with me or tonight. Please. Hold me close and I know I know that when I’m in your arms I’ll be all right. I won’t ask you to tell me that you love me. I don’t think I’ll have to explain anything. Just kiss me once. I know you don’t love me. But, for one night I want to feel like you do. Tell me I was important to you, even if it was just for a moment. Tell me I changed you somehow, even if it was just a little bit. Tell me I left my mark, even if it faded away. I know that after tonight we will never see each other, but tell me that we will see each other again, that we will meet again somehow. Tell me something. Anything. Anything to keep me alive. Stay with me tonight. And lie to me. Console me with lies because I’ll be clinging on to those lies for the rest of my life. Please help me breathe. Please don’t go away. Please stay
Stay.
Yours always,
R.S.
I don’t know what to do. You’re leaving and I’ll never see you again after today. I want to say all of this to you. Message you. Call you. But, instead I’m writing all of this here because then somehow it’s gonna feel like I said this to you. Tomorrow night when you board your flight, you’re going to take your luggage, half of my mind, half of my soul, and all of my heart with you. I’m gonna be counting stars for the rest of my life trying to find a way to sleep. I’m gonna be in the hospital, trying to find a way to breathe. Desperate. That word defines me right now. Help me. What should I do?
