hmmm... yeah, such is love...
My M.U in high school wrote to me yesterday, saying he'll keep his heart intact until 43 years...
'cause you know why? I teased him 7 years ago that I'll marry him after 50 years...
Hmm... He's a nice guy
On some nights, when the moon was full, we would drive to Woodcock Dam , north of our college campus. It was quiet, dark, secluded. 'Twas the perfect place for two young lovers to spend time with each other. She would lean back on me, our hearts beating as one. As i took in the scent of her hair, the both of us would look at the stars twinkling up yonder in the heavens, while focusing on the beautiful full moon.
I was crazy in love with her. And she with me. That is why it hurts sometimes when I think of her, because i gave her my heart in its entirety. And when she left me, as much as I tried to demand it back, as i demanded she burn the letters i gave her (which she did...per my request) i was in denial. In truth, i didn't really want her to burn my letters because the feelings that were intertwined with each pen's stroke came from my heart. Each dot mark, each comma, each scribble mark, was written and placed for a purpose, the formation of thoughts beating in unison with the soul's pounding passion.
In my own pride, i demanded her to burn my letters, only because i was hurt of what she said and did to me. In reality, i did not want to leave her, i wanted her to be with me, and stay with me. I would have gone the whole 9 yards with her. But when she burned my letters, the symbolism of what those letters meant, a duration of 2 years were reduced to mere ashes. Everything culminated.
Our separation was painful. After her admitting that she burned the letters per my request, I was in tears. She requested to see me again, phone calls evaded, personal meetings evaded, I forced myself to ignore her, forced myself to hate her, forced myself to kill my love for her. When deep inside I was hurt because the woman whom I truly and totally fallen in love with tore my heart. It was the death of a dream.
Years passed by, lovers came and by, but deep down in my own heart, my darling, oh my darling, I wish you were here with me still.
I forced myself to hate her, but deep down inside, i really don't. Wherever she is now, whoever she is with now, whatever she is doing, i hope she is enjoying her life, and if chance grants, perhaps, just perhaps she remembers me still.
Forgive me Catherine. For I still honestly deep down inside, still love you.
I know you will never read this, but i had to get this out of my chest.
Ever with adoration,
Lorenz
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