A letter

Feb 4, 2018

My dear Rose,

I miss you, as I always do, but today is especially hard because the air has been speaking to me, and the moments of our days together. I can almost feel you beside me as I write this letter, and I can smell the scent of your perfume that always reminds me of you. But at this moment, these things give me no pleasure. Your messages have been coming less often, and I feel sometimes as if the greatest part of who I am is slowly slipping away.

I am trying tough, though. At night when I am alone, I run from your thoughts and whenever I feel helpless, I still hope that you can find a way to return to me, and you are working on it. Mostly you appear on everyone faces, I feel myself surrounded by a lot of you. Feeling of being surrounded by Swee, in the middle of the crowd is really awesome. I am struck as I see you coming towards me. You are beautiful, I think as I see you, a vision that I can never find in anyone else. I slowly begin to walk towards you, and I notice that others have been watching you. “Do you know her?” they ask me in jealous whispers and as you smile at me, I simply answer with the truth. “Better than my own heart.”

I stop when I reach you and take you in my arms. I long for this moment more than any other. It is what I live for, and when your warmth enters in my body, I give myself over to this moment, at peace once again.

I raise my hand and gently touch your cheek and you tilt your head. I keep my head in you soft hairs and feel as if I have felt the whole world at once.  My hands are hard and your skin is soft, and I wonder for a moment if you’ll pull back.

I am here to love you, to hold you in my arms, to protect you. I am here to learn from you and to receive your love in return. I am here because there is no other place to be.

But then, as always, the smokes from nowhere just arrive as we stand close to one another. Your eyes start becoming the blur, I start feeling you slipping off my arms, and I find that I grow fearful as smoke intensifies around me. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around me, fencing me in as if to stop me from pulling you back to my arms.

I feel my throat begin to close and my eyes well up with tears because I know it is time for you to go.  The look you give me at this moment haunts me. I feel your Parting touch and my own loneliness, and the ache in my heart that had been silent for only a short time grows stronger as you go apart from me. And then you turn your head and become part of the smoke. I long to come behind you, but you smile and disappear in thick smoke from nowhere.

And I watch with breaking heart and shaking body as you slowly fade away. I find myself straining to remember everything about this moment, everything about you. But soon, always too soon, your countless images around me just vanishes and I am alone in the crowd and don’t care what others think as I bow my head and cry and cry and cry.

Jack

This is how I put my feelings on someone else's song. Hope I could do all with my own words instead of Nicolas Spark.

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