You became one of those old Greek tragedies in the way you carried the weight of the world on your shoulders. You could see the pain in your eyes, those tired eyes just begging for peace after years of war. History was never kind to those who had tragedy in their blood, my darling. I’m so sorry you never wanted to be their hero, you did not deserve this.
– Atlas you never should have carried the weight of the world in your once beating heart.//t.c
There was a time and a place in which I never knew you.
It was simpler then, you were a dream,
a fantasy,
a distant memory in this writers heart.
I can’t go back to the time where I never knew you.
I can’t live in a world where you don’t love me.
But you don’t and that’s the world I’m in.
Things changed,
we moved on.
And I can’t live in this story forever.
I wish this was easy,
that stories like us, like this were just tragedies that you would read,
that they weren’t real life.
But this was our story. You left me,
broken and bleeding,
quite tragic really.
– all writers know how to bleed.//t.c
The story becomes lighter after dawn.
It’s a new day, the final chapter of the story. The hero saves himself in time for the final act, to rescue the princess, save his kingdom. In this fairytale the hero defeats the villain in the final fight, there’s no bloodshed. Everything becomes still, there’s a silence that washes over the land.
The hero has won, but at what cost. His humanity never wavering, it was all to save his beloved, or was it to save himself?
– there has to be darkness before the dawn//t.c
Let me tell you the story of a boy who loved a girl, of how he loved her and how she loved him more than anything, but the gods, history and the universe did not adore them like they loved each other. Promise me one day we will meet again, that this isn’t the end, that this won’t ruin us and be our undoing I asked. As she kissed me we swore to the gods that they wouldn’t break us, that in the history books we would be remembered as the star crossed lovers without the tragedy. But our story wasn’t a happy one just like the fates predicted; our love was beautiful and tragic all at once. I handed her my once beating heart which I handed to her willingly, she was my life. Take care of that my love I told her for I wouldn’t need it. That in this story I would not let her become a tragedy. But history did not care for star crossed lovers. We knew happiness, we were just not lucky. Tragedy ran though our blood deep into the soul.
–Darling I love you. I always will but history was not kind to us.//t.c
Maybe someday we can rewrite our story. Maybe in that story we don’t hurt each other, like we did in this one. Maybe we are just in love and happy the way it should be.
Or maybe not.
Maybe we just have to move on. Maybe someday we will just become a memory that happened long ago. Maybe we won’t remember the time that we had or the love that we shared. Maybe I will forget your smile, your lips and the person I was so in love with. Maybe somewhere I deserve you and you deserve me, and we get the ending that we should have. We just met in the wrong universe. That’s all. I have to believe that, that maybe someday we will meet again when the timing is right and there is nothing holding us back.
-maybe. just maybe.//t.c
One day I will look back on these old pages filled with our memories and smile because I had you, if it was only for a moment, you were with me.
Those pages where all I had left of us, I know I’m not the same person who loved you then, but I’m glad that person loved you with all their heart. You used to mean the world to them, you were the only thing they could ever write about.
You never faded from their heart, but you’re not at the centre anymore.
I can finally say, my love you do not have my heart anymore.
It’s mine.
– i’m not the same person i was back then | letters of a lost love//t.c
I hope this year will be better than the last. I kinda felt a little bit lost after finishing university, like what was next. Where do I go from here. But now this is a brand new story, this can mark the beginning of a new adventure into the unknown.
I’m glad to have closed the book, on the final chapter. Here’s to a new beginning.
Here’s to my story.
-Tash
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