Dear ***,

Another sleepless night, I found myself staring at what used to be our lake. The beach was ghost-quiet except for the screams of seagulls and the smashing of water against rocks. The air outside felt cold, but it did not compare to the ice that bedded down inside the hole where my heart used to live.

As I stood there, I thought of our evenings gone by, the good ones, and the bad. I thought of all the love we shared and the all the fun we had. If I knew that sunset would have been our last, I would have told you how much I loved you, and that I never wanted to let you go. I know how much you loved me, as much as I loved you, but when the sun sets, darkness follows.  

I truly miss being a part of your life, and me being a part of yours. Everything around us is precious and can be taken away at any moment; so we learn to love and cherish every little thing we have, for as long as we have it.  I will forever be grateful for the time you were in my life and that summer spent on the beach.

Every time you fall in love, you take a risk. Well, I took a risk and ended up getting my heart broken into a million tiny unrepairable pieces.  I do not regret falling in love with you. I will forever possess our secrets, our connection, and the memories we shared.

All your butterflies are dead. That makes me sad.

Isn’t love suicide though?  You go into it and never come out, someone else does.

I come to accept that, once upon a time...counts for nothing...fade to black...

Sincerely,

A broken-hearted fool who has to figure out how to stop loving you