Dear You,
I wish your eyes weren't the first thing I see when picturing you. The way they shine in the sun was and is still my favorite part of them. Your iris' shortening when you look at me, I felt that love you had for me.
Your laugh is next, it sang to my soul and was its nourishment... Your laughter....your laughter Darling, it tickled the nerves in my mind and gave me bliss. Fed my addiction to you and kept me wanting more.
Your scent, how sinful and sweet it was, I craved it. The after-effects of rain and the scent of trees mixed with the smell of sugarcane. I never knew I'd walk past others and smell it when I missed you...it was dangerous yet I desperately wanted more.
Your warmth, the way you kept me sane at night, and eased the voices. It wrapped me up and promised to chain my demons, my fears, and set me atop a throne of peace. I learned that I'd wake up in cold sweats yearning for your embrace- yearning for you to touch me so I'd feel selfishly safe.
Your voice, the final piece that haunted me... It gripped my sanity and dominated the way I thought. Your voice caged me and my unwillingness to accept anything else...I gave in. I begged to hear it, drank it in like the finest wine on my taste buds, and wanted more. I could hear it whisper sweet nothings, the words you promised me. I laugh now, ironically now the sound filled with hurt. I have only one question for you, one for each letter I'll write to you...
Was it enough, leaving me once you had your fill?
Sincerely,
Anon💙
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Anonymous letter
Short StoryLetters. Words of the mind; feelings of the heart. Something I wrote because I couldn't very well tell them. My thoughts, my feelings, my spiritual input. It'll remain anonymously Ours Yours... And most privately mine. Sincerely, Anon.
