Dear Lover,
I seldom writing notes anymore,
cause anytime I do, I feel my heart pounding, like Sarafina fighting for freedom.
Days go by and years keep coming, one after another waiting to free myself from memories of you, . . . (I mean us) laying rent free in my head.
As hard as I try to escape back into the real world, I realize how much damage it will cost to lose just that one person who gets you rattled all day and gives you peace at night.
Words should not lie and actions should be a true expression of the heart, so for a second why don’t I lay down truths in this safe space.
Yes we spoke, met and yes, I let you in.
True, you warned me though about how messy your life could be, a chance willing to take because, in all of that I found haven.
A journey which life could only bid us farewell, yet somehow, unprovoked you drove off into the wind while keeping me captive. An act of selfishness I find repulsive.
Yeah I know I should be an alpha and move on but, how long though, would I suck up this pain?
A fairytale my heart chose to invest in.
Pam Rwang
(JARAM)
@yourpenship