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dear boy with-the-faraway-eyes,
moonlight crawls through my open window, filtering the august heat. august.
do you remember? it was the first time we met. in the meadow. you were like
winter lost in a summer song. your eyes cold as ice. hair careless and ebony.
we just stared at each other. only a mere few seconds... until you just turned
and walked away.
you know. i never told you, but i kept going back that week. every day, again
and again. till that day we met for the second time. you'll probably grin if you
ever read this. smile and say; 'that's just typically you.' i never surprised you.
i was like an open book. but maybe, i'm surprising you now?
with love, the girl-with-the-sun-in-her-hair
--
dear boy with-the-hidden-smile,
the scent of jasmine is carried in with the soft blowing wind. i can't sleep. it reminds me
to much of you. i can almost hear your whispering heart. just like that night you came
to me in the rain. i can still taste it. still smell it. still see how you looked. it was pouring,
tracing tears down your face you would not shed. yet, your hands were shaking
and your knees kept buckling like traitors.
i had given up trying. given up on us. decided to let you go. but, somehow that
thought alone crumbled your walls and left you completely naked. no more shields. no
more armor. just you. and you smiled. just simply smiled. we thought we held forever
in our hands. but, we were wrong, weren't we..?
with love, the girl-with-ocean-eyes
--
dear boy with-the-gentle-hands,
you're haunting me in my dreams again. we were at our favourite place. on the grass
beneath the singing willow. your head on my lap. my fingers on your skin. you were
tracing the clouds, looking for shapes and magic. i was writing poetry on your face.
tracing your lips and the delicate flow of your nose. you always asked why i did that,
remember? and i always answered that you were just a story to be told. a memory to
be captured and to never be forgotten.
but, somehow, we did fade away in time... i'm alone. my body restless in my empty
bed. remembering that night that followed. you painting constellations on my back.
wishing on my lonely stars. oh, how i wish to turn back the hands of time. but, i can't.
so, for now. goodnight, my love...
with love, the girl-who-dreamed-too-much
--
dear boy with-the-faded-wings,
i thought i saw you today. you rounded a corner. your back reflected in a window-pane.
i almost cried out your name. but i couldn't. and i shouldn't. we both know why. i
should stop writing you. stop trying to keep us alive. we died. we faded into the
distance. so, why am i still clinging to a memory? oh, i do know why...
but, that doesn't make it any easier. i feel like i'm falling. falling and falling. without
end. no gravity. no boundaries. no one to catch me anymore. i feel bad for turning to
you this way. you're defenseless. maybe even unaware...
i'll try to let it go. i'll try to let us go. i'll try to let you go... i won't promise, but, i'll
try. i'll hide my pen and paper. bury it. i even wish i could burn it. but i can't. so, for
now - goodbye...
with love, the-girl-who-never-cried-till-you-came
--
dear boy who-stole-my-heart,
this is my last letter. i promise. i'm sitting by your side now. the stone cold, grey and
deserted. the flowers too bright. too fake. this isn't you. i don't want to be here. but, i
know i have to. even once. i've been steering clear of it for over a year. ignoring it.
trying to pretend it wasn't true. that any moment you could be walking through my door
and back into my life. your arms warm and caring. your lips back on mine...
it's still surreal. but, ironically i'm sitting on the proof. you passed away... you died.
leaving us. leaving me. don't worry, though. i will be fine in time. somehow. someday.
i know you'll always be with me. your memory will never fade. your story will
always be told, just like i promised.
so, wherever you are now, my love. be free. fly. dream. chase those clouds. and once
in a while touch down on our favourite place and sing my name. one day i'll come
running and leave this place with you. and we will soar across the heavens. forever...
with love, the-girl-who-always-loved-you
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; but life got suddenly so busy and a tad disorganised, so I decided to let it go and savour the feeling I still had of writing a piece of poetry for three weeks in a row. Some came out so natural, if was blissfull after not having written much in the months before 
I still love to get comments from any of you if you haven't gotten round to reading them, I always love knowing what you all think, it has helped me grow so much over the past years 
's, it is truly an extra positive boost to keep going strong - so thank you 
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