Surrealism - Last Requests(Part I)
"I won't believe every single thing you tell me anymore..."I woke up with a headache. It was three twenty five in the morning, shown by the digital clock beside me with it's bright red LEDs. Hell... I need some pills to give me some good night's sleep. I raised my palm to my face, slowly I rubbed my eyes with them shut with all my strength. I can't remember when is the last time I had a good sleep... and when is the last time I heard something that I can believe.
Things changes so rapidly...
I pulled my legs to the side of the bed. One of my legs are numb, while the other is dead. Slowly I massage each of them to get the blood flowing... my mouth is parched. Slowly I moved to the kitchen to grab that drink... I swallow slowly the liquid that is almost as tasteless as my life now... My head throbbed....
Damn...
"Is it what you really meant to say?" I pleaded at the phone. I almost want to throw it to the ground when I heard that. All the lies, all the deceit, all the crazy accusations, all the heartaches.... "Just tell me, are you really leaving? If you are, I'm leaving too..."
What an ending...
I left the room in a hurry... the phone is dangling from its cord by the wall. I took one last look at the key that has been the path to my soul. I didn't even had the chance to tell anyone how I felt about this... Will someone out there explain to me why things had to happen in this way? I almost cried at the picture that is hanging on the wall. Life was so much better six months ago.
It all happened before I knew it...
I took out the letter that I have written for the past three nights. I haven't sealed it yet. I was wondering if I need to add anything. I took it out and read it one more time. I felt a wave of warmth swarming me. Then suddenly I felt cold. I felt weak. I felt I want to vomit right at the spot. I almost fainted. I legs felt soft... I sat down by the fence separating the Beths and my place...
The letter whispers....
'Dear Angel,
I had wanted to sit down with you for a long time to talk about us. I wonder if you would have expected this letter coming. I think you might. You always say that I don't tell you how I feel about things. Maybe I talk too little, or is it that I never had the chance to talk? Or have you not been listening?
I remember the day when we both went onto the hilltop on that starry night... we sat there quietly, wrapping in each other's warmth. We counted the shooting stars, and made countless wishes. We gazed at the constilations, wondering if they really dictating our futures and lives. We slept under the full moon that night, within each other's embrace. And we promised each other, that every night will be like tonight...
Did you remember the day when I ran to your office, sending you your contact lenses that you've forgotten. And the other day when you forgotten to bring out your bag and I bail you through the whole night? Did you remember the day which your boss was so harsh on you that you cried over the phone? I was on the phone with you from my place until I reached your office, offering you a shoulder and a handkerchief?
I didn't really know what has happened, and this you never will be able to explain... I was want to tell you about how I feel and my last requests to you, my dear angel.
Will you listen to me one more time? Will you patience last that long?
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I couldn't bare to read at this moment. I wrap my arms round my knees, pulling them in. My head was down and I can suddenly see a drop of tear falling to the ground. I looked up at the letter again.... It was already stained with some of my tears... over the nights, when I add slowly and painfully everything that I felt....
It is all ending soon...
(Part I)
posted by luxy @ 4:48 AM
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