Untouched letter. I'm sorry it's like that. I appreciate the effort you took. But i won't read it. It's not that I'm being stubborn. It's not that I'm throwing a tantrum. I just don't want to read it. I know I don't want to.
Let me write. Write, please do let me. Read it, think about it, but don't write back. I don't want to read your replies anymore. What really happened when you tore my favourite letter from you? No, not to you, but what happened to me? That letter, warm, and smooth, was always with me. I read it once, twice, or more, but i never get sick of it. Everytime I read it, I gain a new source of strength, to give me the courage to forgive. And to love.
It was torn by you into 32 pieces, discarded into one of the bins in the library. Is it worth that little to you? From then on, the letters you gave me felt cold. Colder than ice in my palms. As I read, I couldn't hear the words. I just couldn't.
Let me write. Write, please do let me. Read it, think about it, but don't write back. I don't want to read your replies anymore. What really happened when you tore my favourite letter from you? No, not to you, but what happened to me? That letter, warm, and smooth, was always with me. I read it once, twice, or more, but i never get sick of it. Everytime I read it, I gain a new source of strength, to give me the courage to forgive. And to love.
It was torn by you into 32 pieces, discarded into one of the bins in the library. Is it worth that little to you? From then on, the letters you gave me felt cold. Colder than ice in my palms. As I read, I couldn't hear the words. I just couldn't.
