The Last Love Letter [fictional]

Aug 03, 2008

To my dearest love,
It's been three winters since I've felt your touch. The coldest winters in years. Without you, I am alone. While I sleep in a much too big bed for me alone, I dream of you. I dream of the way you once touched these lips and brushed your hand through my hair. My heart aches because of the distance which has been forced between us. My heart aches because you are so far. My tears have stopped. They seem to have run out. These eyes of mine still sting though. I've found that I sleep most of the day now. I keep my shutters pulled. When are you coming back? I know you will, but please God tell me when? I've grown weak. This brittle body cannot take much more neglect. If only I had you my love, if only you were here. It would be then, that I could come back to life. The love which burns inside me could fill the ocean. This love which flows through me could cover the earth. You changed my life, you gave me hope, you showed me love. And now you're gone. Three winters have passed. Three long and cold winters I've been alone. You left to save our country. You left to be a hero. Where have you gone? Why don't you write? I am aching. I am aching. It pains me to write this letter to you. It hurts to write so many letters to you. They are in a box beneath my bed. You will never know my love. My dearest, my sweet, sweet love, please forgive me. I cannot continue living this life if it is to be without you. I will love you beyond forever. I will love you until the earth's end and longer. I will forever be yours and yours alone. No one can ever have me. No one but you, my love. This is my last letter to you. I am too weak to write another. I am too weak to live another day. You were my life and the air I breathed. Without you, I have no life. Without you, there is no air. My love, my life, I am forever yours...now and forever.