I am Sorry my Precious…

This is somewhat I second part for the first piece I published last week. I hope you like it <3

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I stood on her grave looking down at the mound of earth that covered her beautiful face. "A place, I believe, suitable for me ..." those words echoed in my ears. My tears made their way down to her. I envied them for falling down and becoming a part of the earth that covered her face. I hoped that would make their way down to her and tell her about my sadness. I hoped they would tell her how my eyes hated to see this world without her in it. I hoped they tell her that my eyes had sight for no one but her.

I looked down at that mound of earth with silence surrounding the both of us. I remembered how talkative she was when I was around her. I remembered our joyful screams. All of that is part of our past right now. From now on our conversations will be nothing but segments of my silent tears on her grave and memories that will revive her from her death.

I wanted to know who was behind all of this. I wanted to know who broke my sweetheart like this! In her letter she mentioned that I proposed to "her". Who is this her? How can people lie about such things?

Wouldn't she have known before anyone that I proposed to another girl? Wasn't she the closest person to me?

My heart ached for her lose. It screamed so hard for revenge. I cried and my tears were not silent this time. They fell so hard on the mound that covered her determined to make their way to her, to tell her the truth about our love, and to tell her that she wasn't living a lie after all.

My silent screams made their way out to the world announcing war on love, life and friendship. I swore to her that I will not love anyone but her. I swore that I will never leave her alone, and I swore that I will take my revenge on this world….

Until next time <3

Dear Precious One,

I have written this piece during this week. I hope you like it <3.>
Nothing is real, its all out of pure imagination =).
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Dear precious one,

I was sitting with my friends chatting and laughing when they randomly mentioned your name. I drew a smile on my face and sat quietly there. According to that conversation, you are nice, kind, sweet and good looking. According to me, you are more than that. My heart wanted to scream at that moment. It wanted to show how superficial they were, but my mind struggled to tame it down. After all, what would they say if they knew we were more than mere strangers to each other?
They didn't notice how quiet at that conversation I was, but am sure they noticed the surprised and sad look I had on when they mentioned the girl you were engaged to. I simply excused myself and left hiding behind the excuse of an imaginary appointment that I forgot. I left that place were those strangers now sat in and left to the isolation and comfort of my room.
I cried, yes I did and I will not deny it. However; I did not cry because am losing you. I cried because I have given you everything that I had and even more. I stole myself from my friends, family and studies and spent all of my time talking to and thinking about (you). I have wasted many nights by dreaming about our wedding, our future house, and our vacations together. One thing, however, I do not regret is teaching you that you can love and be loved, and here you are mastering the game and playing it so well.
My precious, I will forgive you for leaving me. I will forgive you for everything, but one thing I will not forgive you about is teaching me how harsh life can be sometimes...


Farewell my lover...Farewell my stranger
P.S : I don't know if this is a farewell, but if it was then I will wish you all of the joys in this world. By the time you read this I will probably be buried underneath your feet. A position, I believe, suitable for me in your life from the moment you proposed to her until now.