Let’s play a game. I’ll tell you one thing I am grateful about, and then you tell me one thing you’re grateful about, till we have five things each. Let’s play a game. I fall for you, you fall for me, then, we tear each other apart. Let’s play a game. I’ll write you another letter, and I’ll hope that you will read it. Somehow. One day. Some day.
Every time I wrote about love, I always used to write about people leaving and breaking me apart. And strangely enough, that’s exactly what happened. We weren’t together for a long period of time, but it was long enough for you to make me fall for you. And for you to fall for me. Me, the storm. Me, the indecisive one. But I promise I was honest. And I promise I liked you. Like you. A lot. I don’t blame you for blocking me off all your social medias, but I would like to know what drove you to that. Was it the love you had for me? Was my mere presence oh so problematic? I would like to know. I would like to know what you did with the letter I wrote you. I would like to know if you’re finding it as hard to move on as I am. If it is as hard for you to let someone else in. I would like to know if you think of me at all. Even for a moment. I was, after all, your source of happiness. I am sorry I broke your heart. I am sorry I couldn’t be with you. I really liked you. I like you. And as I have written before, love equals destruction, so I destroyed our personal little world. I destroyed what could have been of us. And I promise you it was because I had to be honest. Because I liked you too much. Because I like you too much.
I miss you. I am sorry.
Let’s play a game. For just another day, let’s visit the park, the pub and the park again. Let’s play a game. For one more day, take my hand and talk to me about you. Let’s play a game. You let go of the hold you have on me, and I will let go of all your memories.