Letters She Never Sent - Letter 1

For a while, with you, waking up felt like seeing a host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Apr 15, 2025

Mon Coeur,

There are two extreme ends to this, two parallel ways to feel in bleak moments like this. In times of despair and heartache. But I choose to go out with the good memories. I do not hate you for leaving me like this. For deserting me with this lump in my throat. This need for air. This feeling of loss. I do not harbour any ill sentiments. Well, not much.

It hurts. I won't lie. I don't know how long it will hurt. Or if it would ever stop. It burns. I won’t lie. I feel it growing, wings fluttering, hooves prancing. A cancerous tumour. Restless. The pain needs a way out. I fear what the escape might be. But I will try to be as strong as possible.

‘My strong-willed babe,’ you used to call me. I wonder what happened to that version you so dreamily talked about. I will try to find her. Maybe she is in here somewhere.

I will still chase after happiness because, for a while, with you, when everything was calm, I got to know the meaning of true happiness. For a while, with you, waking up felt like seeing a host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. With you, I got to know how it felt to love and be loved. And I will give anything to have that again—even if that means giving love another chance. And if I do not find love as beautiful and pure as yours, I will continue loving you until I can no longer.

I will continue searching for you in every love.

Until my next letter…

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