Dear Romeo,
I don't know if this message will reach you but I am hoping it will. How are you? I'm sitting in our favorite place. And you know, this place changed so much yet our memories here still remains in my heart. Gone are those bunch of tress we both once climbing to see the whole town. They've cutted those trees and made so much papers and pens and chairs and everything they could made from it. In exchange of it, they build this new victorian house. The one's with patterned bricks, terraces and decorated roof lines with slates. It really looks beautiful and somehow, all I could remember is your promise that you're going to build our own house here. Our home. And you know Romeo? You've always been my home. Your hugs made me feel safe and secured but where are you now, Romeo? Where are you?
I could vividly picture the both of us running in these little tiny playground and the bench we used to sit while you're singing this particular song with me. Can you remember it Romeo? How we danced like fools under the autumn season and leaves falling freely from its branches? Sang like an idiot even if you're not a good singer? Where are those days? What happened? How did we end up here? It's so hard to bear all this excruciating pain and no matter how much I wanted to forget you, to forget all about you -how you look cute even when your hair is wet, how your blue eyes shines when you smile, your perfect jaw, nose...and how your lips taste like wine that I am so addicted about. Everything about you Romeo. Now, I suddenly thought, did you miss me? Are you thinking about me? Because Romeo, I do. Every goddamned day. So please...come back.
All the love,
Juliet