Dearest Sarah,
I want to tell you that I feel terribly awful; the kind of uncomfortableness you feel when you wear someone else's glasses. I wish to understand why my destiny is so cruel. I startle at dawn today at the commotion of the robins. I turn myself away from the glaring window just to realise, through my bare sheets, the void you have ensued. No medicines, nor music shall cure the malady of your loss. I miss the smell of you that comes so mesmerising as the petrichor, the pair of dark brown eyes that rub my fears away, the arms that dressed the wounds in my heart, the girl who used to whisper words into my pillow with the softest voice. I mistook this for perpetual tranquility. But the barbarian inside of me eclipsed your serene heart. I contributed to your callous heart. Now did I realise that only a quarter of the horizon is visible. When you left, you took the charm of the sun with you. I reminisce our sweetest sins and your fueling kisses. It's 1:09 a.m. now and I'm sitting by my writing desk beside the window. I have a candle on my desk as an unsuccessful attempt to forbid my desolation, for your warmth is matchless. All I can see is the dark sky dotted with constellations and a full moon. These nostalgic memories are just like the moon, something pleasing to look at but no place to go.
Love Eternal,
Charlie