From: ABC
To: philippe
Date: December 26, 2020, 5:03 am
I don’t even know how I got here.
How for a person who never thinks of me, I could and always give so much love, to destroy myself.
How my supposed cold heart could still fall into this infinite trap.
Yet we have everything different, but this attraction to you like a love and just uncontrollable.
I find myself alone in my bed, praising you without you even knowing it, or even knowing it.
I feel like I’m in a bad novel, stuck between the story of Romeo and Juliet and The Red and The Black.
A love doomed to failure, it’s obvious, but what would I be willing to sacrifice just to feel your presence around me, your arms around mine, your lips on my skin, your fingers along my body.
This magnificent illusion feeds my existence day and night.
It is as harmful as the venom of a serpent, but sweet has faith as the morning breeze.
That’s what makes it more dangerous every day.
That look so soothing, protective and comforting that you can have is really gonna miss me.
That sweetness in your voice when you were trying to comfort me or counsel me.
I have a little trouble projecting myself without your presence guiding me, but I guess I’ll have to live without and keep as a buoy that memory like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any time.
To all our happy memories.