mystery♥.
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dream like dreamers do♥.
in my ears .
just another crush♥.
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And speak in a language you can understand.
" is a photodiary I've decided to initiate, compiling day to day events with a snapshot of a moment of the day.
snapshot of a minute in my life, that caught my eye, with a caption of sorts, either explaining the picture or describing my emotions.
I have been told that I never really open up myself to others, and more often than not, I leave people wondering what I truly feel or giving them confusing signals.
Thus, this photodiary, is in a sense, a window to my head.
All my thoughts, my emotions, everything I usually keep out-of-sight, will be put under here, other then my regular blog posts, which are usually not very informative.
Welcome, to the chaos and mess in my head.
I hope you'd find something that speaks to you, whether to pull you through something difficult, or to relate to.
Once Upon A Time: Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Letters
Friday, 15 March 2013

I remember writing you a hundred love letters after you went away in the summer. They asked why you had to go and if you missed me like I missed you. Each one told you how much I missed your scent and your laughter ringing around the house. Each letter asked if you still remembered our dreams together.
I remember writing you a hundred hate letters after you went away in the autumn. They cursed you for putting me through such pain. They hoped you would suffer a fate worse than mine. They wished you would realize your mistake and come running back to me so that I could turn you down. Each one soaked with tears.
I remember writing you a hundred letters after you went away in the winter. They asked you how have you been and where are you now. They told you of my life in the aftermath of a relationship. They told you of my new life without you. Each one filled with regret and a small hope of what-could-be’s.
I wrote you a total of three hundred letters after you went away. Three hundred letters that I never sent. Three hundred letters that I burnt when December came. Then I wrote another hundred letters. To myself. Telling myself that it was time to move on. And when the last letter was written, spring came, and I begin to walk again.
I wrote this once, a long time ago, barely understanding the words I've written.
I couldn't understand the meaning behind the words and what they truly meant to write three hundred and sixty-five letters of love, pain, hate, anger, forgiveness and growth.
Now, I do.
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