"Let's talk about the unhealthy attachments of clinging to someone who has brought misery to us;
It may be too embarrassing to talk about and too much to bare,
But never refuse to face the trauma it has brought to you"
Dearest Lusitania;
This is the first and probably the last letter I am writing to you.
I'm writing with my heart torn, I am bleeding.
I have had people asking me "why I attach myself to moments that don't really belong?"
And I read somewhere that said;
"Every single pain is a lesson."
I believed that indeed it is,
Coz;
where you feel vulnerable-you are brave,
Where you feel puniness you are strong.
Someone said;
"One of the kindest things you can do for others is to show your effort."
But here I am, on the verge of madness, I am breaking apart; I wish someone would hold my hand and save me from the cold
to tell me I'll be okay.
I begged you to "hold me one more time, to tell me you loved me and be there" but you laughed out to my face.
I wonder how your heart is, have you found the love of your life yet?
do you ever remember me?
do I still make your heart beat out of your chest? Not any more right?
I realized I fall out of love with you
when I looked at our old pictures and couldn't
recollect anything about us.
I still remember the day you walked away
from everything we built and burned down
everything in flames just because I said "I want my essence to be in pair with someone's intellectuality even in mundane and bizarre circumstances
So, I write to you for I now believe that
everything has come to an end eventually - The love we shared, the promises we made to each other.
And that I have packed up the trauma and have moved on.
With Love, Without Regrets
Eddie
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