Dear YouA Story by Anonymous MeIm just tired of waiting for him to come aroundThere are still days when I wake up to hear the sound of your voice whispering on the wind that flushes in through my windows and overwhelms my ear drums. I know it’s not real. I know you aren’t there. I know you never were"But I can’t help it. My fingers twitch and extend, the joint of my arm follows and extends them across the cold, disappointing, sheet beside me. Looking, always, for you. And even when I come up empty each night, it is impossible to silence the voice of you inside of my mind. “I love you,” you say, and because I stubbornly refuse to believe in your ability to lie, I believe in those three words, instead. I close my eyes and try to force myself back to sleep, turning onto my back and folding my hands across my stomach listening to the whispering wind as a lullaby I wish I could stop my ears against. The words wrap around me and flood my mind, and slowly I sink beneath the spell you put on me the day we met. It has been two months, sixteen days, eight hours, and three minutes since I saw you last. Did you forget, Baby? When you freed yourself did you forget to tie the loose ends and free me too from this curse that I live under? Because, now, every day I live in a lull. The colors are dull and muted and I can’t even think to remember how to brighten them. My mind is fuzzy, clouded and crowded by thoughts of you that I cannot rid myself of no matter how hard I try. The whole world looks wrong now. And you won’t make it right. © 2012 Anonymous MeReviews
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5 Reviews Added on May 3, 2012 Last Updated on May 3, 2012 Tags: heartbreak, sadness, depression, love, loss, delusion AuthorAnonymous MeAbouti have a lot of things to write here but none that I feel that you really need to know. I guess i can tell you that i love to write. It's the only time when i am truly forthcoming. I've been told that.. more..Writing
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