A letter from a Broken Heart.

Against my better judgement I’m sending you one last letter. Maybe it’s another excuse for me to let myself believe that I really haven’t lost you, who knows. It’s sad that love can be thrown away so fast. I hope this letter may last longer, but even if it lands next to a worn-out love, at least the words will forever last in your memory; the concept; the idea.
I’m not sure what your life consists of now and, likewise, you know nothing of me these days. It never entered my mind that a time would come when I would even be writing this letter. With my naive mind I envisioned us never losing touch, love, friendship, but most of all respect for each other and ourselves. I’m not sure if you know how to respect yourself or not. Maybe you do and I’m just old news. Or maybe you have so much respect for your ‘new-found’ life, that it requires all of your emotion. Before time slips away and you never hear from me again, I want you to know the love you gave me. The times are irreplaceable. The images are stored in my mind forever, paralleled with a smile. Pure, happiness, and love was something I never believed in, and still to this day question on a reoccurring basis. But looking back at the times we shared makes me beg to differ my insecure thoughts of what love is, what happiness is, what contentment feels like--even if it is through a friendship. I want you to know I love you. When you rest your soul at night, don’t deny yourself of truth. Don’t ever deny yourself of a true bond between two people; one bond that you knew personally. I’ve learned so much about life, about love, about myself, from you. You, Kathryn Hope, gave me the gift of life. You opened up my ears, my eyes, my soul and my heart to everything I ever wanted to know in life, to experience, and I thank you for that. I told myself that I would never be someone’s “fair-weather” friend. I lied. I still can’t think of a life of existence and bliss without you in it. Maybe I’m only lying to myself when I think of it, but I’ll be here waiting. I’ll only be a phone call away. My house will always be the one you saw empty, untouched, and bare for the first time I saw it. My loyalty will always be summed up by bringing you home at 4:00am after you returned from NYC. But now, my memories are only as vivid as the paintings on my walls from the strokes of your heart. The ones you spent hours on, just to see the smile on my face. All I can do now, is grant you the wish you pled; for me to “Remember Love”