Day 4,
The days pass like the endless waves of the sea. The hours, the minutes and seconds seem longer. Even though time is relative I still feel perpetually sensitive. I feel like the way my day is completely empty of your love and affection it seems to have become bland and boring. I feel that the way things have become is not what you would have wanted, my love. You loved me. You told me so. You proved me so. Then why can't you notice that I am in pain without your presence, without your smile that filled my days?
However, my love, I feel that if life itself is telling me to move on and find someone else yet I still must heal from the trauma you have caused me. What a crazy thing love does to you leaving me sulky over your presence as the moonlight fills the dark and hollow streets of Paris with glory and a feeling of security so we would have to feel as alone as we all do deep inside the core.
xoxo,
your savior