A last letter.
Sailor,
I've written you thirty letters since the time I spoke with you last. I find it disheartening that none of them seem to say what I am feeling from bulk of my chubby toes to the ends of the hair you used to run your fingers through. Somehow when you left for sea last, I knew our hearts would never be the same. I would've given anything to sail off with you. The waves crashing against my face would be far less harsh than the silence of your departure.
I told myself I'd fight through it. I convinced myself that you were still the same...or you were the person your portrayed. I pictured you casting your sails with the strength I knew and loved. I pictured myself sitting below you, looking up at you while the white scarf in my hair was left waving in the wind. I believed it for days but then I found a letter you thought I would never see. You revealed yourself as who you really were to everyone but those who you said mattered most. Sometimes I think you are still playing that role. Did you ever even go to sea? Or did you just sit at the bottom of the ocean hiding yourself from me?
Sure...I haven't opened your letter and I refuse to push back the curtain facing the sea to watch for you just hoping to find your eyes. But at least I am not hiding from you and that's something you've been doing this whole time.
Cast your anchor. You're going to be out there for quite some time. I hope you find yourself and when you do, I hope you haven't forgotten me.
I've written you thirty letters since the time I spoke with you last. I find it disheartening that none of them seem to say what I am feeling from bulk of my chubby toes to the ends of the hair you used to run your fingers through. Somehow when you left for sea last, I knew our hearts would never be the same. I would've given anything to sail off with you. The waves crashing against my face would be far less harsh than the silence of your departure.
I told myself I'd fight through it. I convinced myself that you were still the same...or you were the person your portrayed. I pictured you casting your sails with the strength I knew and loved. I pictured myself sitting below you, looking up at you while the white scarf in my hair was left waving in the wind. I believed it for days but then I found a letter you thought I would never see. You revealed yourself as who you really were to everyone but those who you said mattered most. Sometimes I think you are still playing that role. Did you ever even go to sea? Or did you just sit at the bottom of the ocean hiding yourself from me?
Sure...I haven't opened your letter and I refuse to push back the curtain facing the sea to watch for you just hoping to find your eyes. But at least I am not hiding from you and that's something you've been doing this whole time.
Cast your anchor. You're going to be out there for quite some time. I hope you find yourself and when you do, I hope you haven't forgotten me.