Letters (extract)


The nights, oh the nights. They were what dragged on for eternity. It’s often believed that ‘the good outweighs the bad’ but I know that now to be untrue. A section of your time, your life, so small, no matter how beautiful, cannot always stand the test of time. I hate to break it to you. ‘You’ll sit back and remember the good times’ is not always how it works. For me, at least, I sit back, but it’s not the good times I remember. It’s the feeling that something that once was so important to me, slipped away in the blink of an eye. Its been so long now that I can’t even remember the feeling. The memory has washed away, diluted. Some may argue that this is because it was never really that important, but I know that also to be untrue. There was a time when that feeling was all consuming. It took a hold of me and it will not let me go. Not now, not ever. If this wasn’t true, the nights now wouldn’t seem so long. They wouldn’t seem so empty.

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