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An open letter to a long lost lover. I'm sorry you died in my story(not a true story).

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Written a long time ago (July 26, 2010) and was edited while I was in Vietnam. This is for the people who are just like me. Who get their inspiration from traveling. Who's healing a , broken heart. Who's trying to find themselves. Who soul search by going places and who just love to experience life's gift, freedom and nature.


Lately you’ve been occupying my mind. I am in the middle of March now, summer's here, winter had passed. I'm still struggling to let go. As I repeatedly ask HOW?

You have been the essence of my February and I want you to be that of March too. I want to spend the summer with you. But HOW? How can I make the lifeless alive? By living with the memories you left behind? I can’t go on with life pretending that you're still here.

Is it your fault that I cannot be without you? I know it’s me to blame because I made you my world. To think that I knew from the start that everything was going to end up sooner or later. But it was hard to face the truth, right? As the end gets nearer and our road gets narrower.

You told me, “I’m sorry I have to leave you sooner than I thought. Sorry I'll leave you loving me. Maybe I’m not the one destined for you. I know you will meet someone better. Someone who will never make you cry and will stay and love you for a long time. I’m sorry I loved you more than my life. And I’m sorry I have to leave you like this. And sorry I have to die before you.” You were sorry for everything! Who gives a sh*t about your sorry, you’ll still die anyway?!

Well, I’m not sorry for not letting you go until this very moment, because I never will.

The summer wind gently touches my face. It dances to the tune of my silent weep, wiped my tears dry before it falls down to kiss the sand on my bare feet. Yes, the playful summer wind can do all that. Wishing that as it passed by and environs my dormant sanctity for a moment, it’ll carry away the pain with it…

I miss the cold wind of February. I miss spending each of its days with you. I miss the warmth of your hands in mine and your gentle smile on that winter morning sky. I miss your presence on my side. I will always long for a February with you. I miss you.


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