Status: I'll try to post one every Saturday, Emmy.
A Collection of Letters from the Lady to the Duchess
June 17th, 2010
It's been a while.
New Years resolutions have been broken, friends come and gone, hearts broken, mended (with duct tape that is not duck tape), forgotten things remembered and forgotten again.
Suns die, Earth shatters, empires fall.
I miss you.
But even more than I miss you, I miss you and me, and the things we did, and the words we said, and the simple joy we felt being in eachother's company.
But don't be sad, dearest. 'Cos if you are sad, then stars will die, shatter, and fall.
I think my heart hurts enough for both of us. And I'd rather feel enough sadness for the two of us if it meant that you would feel none, and be happy.
Every 14 seconds, the second hand ticks backwards once, then forwards again.
Perhaps soon, time will have slowed down enough for us to meet again in the space between the seconds, in some place unlimited by time.
New Years resolutions have been broken, friends come and gone, hearts broken, mended (with duct tape that is not duck tape), forgotten things remembered and forgotten again.
Suns die, Earth shatters, empires fall.
I miss you.
But even more than I miss you, I miss you and me, and the things we did, and the words we said, and the simple joy we felt being in eachother's company.
But don't be sad, dearest. 'Cos if you are sad, then stars will die, shatter, and fall.
I think my heart hurts enough for both of us. And I'd rather feel enough sadness for the two of us if it meant that you would feel none, and be happy.
Every 14 seconds, the second hand ticks backwards once, then forwards again.
Perhaps soon, time will have slowed down enough for us to meet again in the space between the seconds, in some place unlimited by time.