Letters
Angel,
I knew it would end this way, yet I couldn’t resist. Every bone in my body craved you. Like a starved man, I needed you to survive. I was selfish, careless with your heart and I’m paying for it in the worst way. Without you. Cursed to spend my time in exile, yet forced to never forget you.
Yours forever and always,
Nash
Angel,
It’s been three hundred and sixty-five days without seeing your smile, witnessing the sweet pink blush of your cheeks when I drew too close, and indulging in the intoxicating scent of your perfume. For an entire year your scent lingering in the air around me, the ghost of your lips a memory on my skin slowly fading away, but today’s the first day I can no longer feel your touch. I don’t think I can spend an eternity this way without falling into madness, yet I don’t see any other way.
Yours forever and always,
Nash
Angel,
I used to dream I’d one day find my way back to you. Now, that seems like an impossible feat. I lost count of the days, hours, minutes, and seconds since I last saw your face, heard your voice, felt your touch—but I’ll never forget the way walking away from you felt. It nearly killed me. Not because I regretted it, but because I knew you’d drive yourself crazy trying to figure out why. I rather you hate me, then endure the disappointment I’d cause if I’d stayed. I’m not the man for you, even if it’s the one thing I wish I could be. I’m a shell of the man I once was, and I’m the only one to blame.
Yours forever and always,
Nash
Angel,
Sometimes I dream of your happiness. I picture you with a husband and three kids running around your daddy’s ranch. That you’ve found your soulmate in someone who’s not me. Then I wake up and need none of it to be true. Is it selfish of me to hope you’re living frozen in time the way I am? Sitting in a dark corner haunted by the past, kept in chains by the memories of our time together? Is it wrong to wish happiness never finds you the way it continues to run from me? Tell me, Angel? Am I crazy to want nothing but the best for you, yet pray you find no one who can take my place in your heart?
Yours forever and always,
Nash