My Last Letter
There are words that never find their way to the lips, yet they echo endlessly in the heart. This is my last letter to you, a quiet confession written between pauses and sighs. I wish I could say how much I care for you—how your presence lingers like a fragrance that refuses to fade. I wish I could ask you to stay, to anchor yourself in my world where every silence waits for your voice. You live rent-free in my mind . A hundred conversations unfold each day—some tender, some playful, some drenched in longing. In those imagined dialogues, I find both solace and ache, because they remind me of what could have been, yet never was. This letter is not about closure, nor is it about hope. It is simply a mirror of my heart, reflecting the truth I could never speak aloud. If you ever read between these lines, know that you were cherished, even in silence.
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