Category: Love Letters
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#11 You see, you can only love the unconquerable.
It’s not exactly that I have run out of things to say or that I am not motivated to win you back. It’s rather that I realised that, after everything that happened, I will not be content for us to reunite in anything less than some ostentatious romantic accident.
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#10 Sometimes at night, in bed, before I close my eyes, I whisper your name.
One thing of which I was always proud was my capacity to sleep, to sleep well, to sleep for hours. But now everything that has happened between us has completely ruptured my ability to sleep. I hate it, but the sound of the birds is beautiful.
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#9 I cannot see what lies beyond, I cannot see an ending after months of seeing an ending that involved you.
So, I’m lying here almost unable to move, my entire body is exhausted by the thoughts of you living your life, experiencing no pain at the loss of me from it, and feeling free and easy at having no responsibility for any other human being in your remit.
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#8 Feel how right it feels.
There is a lesson somewhere in that anecdote for you; the tomato was not the problem but rather the method by which an individual chose to appreciate it. Change the method, avoid poisoning, enjoy the salad constituent without regret.
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#7 Inside me there is an endless source of hope which remains incorrigible.
Nothing could distract me from the thought of you, of how low you must think of me, of why you didn’t once give me a fair chance. It would’ve taken one full chance to prove to you the happiness I could bring into your life.
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#6 How many letters are enough to prove my feelings for you and how many are enough to prove that I’m insane?
But I really care for you, in whatever way you want that to mean. I think you do think passionately about me, and I think passionately about you. And that’s not just some purely physical or biological impulse, I feel this way for you, because you are you.
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#5 For you, the answer was “you, in another world”, or even “please hold”.
You say you are a simple man. You say you are also complex. So then, a rejection of either of us would be a rejection of who you consider yourself to be on an existential level.
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#4 The hardest truth I must learn is that a fantasy is not a prediction.
It’s funny when you love someone so much that their opinion becomes the truth of your existence, isn’t it? Whatever you said I was, I would become. I was in a constant struggle between acting the way you thought I was and being the way you wanted me to be.
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#3 I’m a mere mirage to you, a fantasy of what could be.
From afar, I can fulfil your imaginary desires and not interfere with the concrete reality of your existence.
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#2 What a loss to spend that much time with someone, only to find out that she’s a stranger.
I have lived and breathed for you, no joke, for a year. Who do I live for now? Myself? But I am yours!