The Letter
This is my last letter. I will never write to you again. I will go, pass
away, vanish. For ever... maybe. Who knows? You say you’re trying to forget me,
but I know you won’t be able to do so. Do you remember? There had been sunny
days... Although, you know, rainy days are better, calmer. They are enticing.
You think me strange. I was a dreamer. Why not? You say I lie too often. This
isn’t so, this is my world of illusions, my truth, my silly truth... Happiness?
Happiness in being different? Maybe. Understand me. Nobody. Never. Why would
they? Why would you? Maybe you will forgive me... I won’t beg again. You know...
I was yours... yes... I was. Now? I’m different. Is it bad? You’re too
impatient. We don’t suit each other, well, yes, but... What should I do? It
doesn’t matter. I am going, passing away, vanishing. For ever. They will all
know. Nobody will know. We were. Black-and-white days for ever. Goodbye...
darling.
Copyright by Offbabe (2002).