The last letter

The last letter

Hi Rose,

There was a man, who went swimming. He deep his head under water. Everything was so silent and was supported by stopped breath. He was hearing the sound of silence, feeling far apart from the artificial modern world. Love between the water and skin’s cells was so perfect. Darkness behind the closed eyes was so sweet. No more feel of stress in the body. He gently waved his hand to remain in water, floating, hanging from nothing. Passing of water through the skin while waving was like the best touch he ever felt. He smoothly pushed water with his legs and moved little nearer to surface. At a sudden he felt something around his left leg, the touch of fish’s lip was another incredible feel which made his hair dance and gave small wave in the smooth flow of blood through the body. He went deeper to get more fishes and touched grasses.

At a sudden he felt something around his right leg. He stopped his thoughts, loosed stress on eyes and became so still to feel this perfectly. But he couldn’t feel anything in that stillness. He was to out of breath so he pushed his legs on the ground to reach the surface. He got pulled while he was in half way, he was almost out of breath. He tried so hard to reach at surface. But he noticed some weeds had got him, all the silence just fades into a battle to breath. Smooth and gentle pushes became struggling attempts. Eyes were open but darkness was surrounding his believe and life. He was almost out of breath and the first forced water enter through mouth and nose and hammered his stomach. His voice for help was just eaten by the silence around him. And the feeling what he had, the helplessness he felt at that moment is Exactly how I feel while writing this letter.

"The last letter"

When I turn pages of my past. Each time I get surprise to see that You are the best thing ever happened to me and the moments with you is floating as best memories until now.

There is always a moment in everyone life when he changes in a flash of a second and he doesn’t realize it. Nothing such happen in my life, I always search for that moment, which change me into adult, which make me mature. I am fully with my childish mistakes, which hurt you several times. I can’t remember the number of times, sorry, I asked. Now I am shy of saying ‘sorry’ anymore. So, this has to stop.

There was time when you felt honored being with me. The love and care you offered was like whole candy shop in lap of a kid. I started dreaming ‘walks with you along the beach’ and ‘a life in a small home, away from this selfish and cruel world.’   

Another phase came in relation and I failed to keep the most important promise. From the moment you started turning face from me, my days started becoming dry and unpleasant. These days are like hot summer burning skin in coldest of winter, such paradox started existing in my life.

I failed to make you mine again. And when you are not mine, no songs seem to made for me. No joke is a joke anymore. I couldn’t see my life ahead. My future seems to be black and white slow movie. And I know I can’t make you back, at least not now.

Someone has said, “let your Love go, if it returns then I was truly yours otherwise it was better that it leaved you before destroying you fully.” And I believe in my feelings for you. I don’t ask you to wait, but just keep good moment of us as a memory in some corner of your thoughts.

You are rose which attract all my bee like thoughts and I got addicted of your words and love juice in you petals.

I know saying sorry won’t make any difference anymore but I’m sorry.  

I always love you. No day passes without your thoughts. I am just waving and pushing the moments to reach nearer to you my queen. I want to be honored to be yours. I will try all to prove that. “Love never Dies.”

Miss you

Love you swee

Waiting for my love

Your swee

Jack