My first everything,
I cannot guarantee that this may be the last letter I am going to write you. I've been so low on my writing to you that I don't quite remember how the most recent one was like. I am not even sure if I think about you that much still, or I just really can't bear to admit that it has been a habit of mine that I no longer notice you lingering at the back of my mind. But, you're there. You have your own space there and in my own little unconscious ways, that's the only place where you can always stay.
The thing is, I don't know how to talk to you anymore without actually making myself wanting to jump right over you, rest my head on your chest where I find constant peace in. You are so out of this world. And by world, I meant mine. And by mine, I meant yours. And every time I look up at the moon, I get all these chills for thinking what you have right now is the sun. That what we have for ourselves isn't what we have for each other. But, what we had was awfully beautiful, my darling. However everything must come to an end, mustn't it? Ours is way pass the end. This is the aftermath, and I love you still. And I owe you the eyes that I keep on looking through, to see how much I worth. I can never thank you enough for making me genuinely happy and for the way you have made me see myself.
Please take care of yourself even when you don't know how to.
And when you feel like you're missing me, please know that I always, also do.
Your name is engraved in my heart,
M
P.S: I bet your skin is in awe for all the art you mark on it.
P.S: I bet your skin is in awe for all the art you mark on it.