A love letter
Penned but never delivered.
I'm scheduling this one for 5am, a bittersweet love letter to start your day. Close your eyes and envision yourself settling in a new home, only to find a stack of unsent love letters, whispering tales of a heart that yearned to be heard. You open one and it readsβ¦.
I'm writing this again, knowing that it's never going to get into your mail. A love letter destined for an empty inbox!
I'd rather just pour my heart out, and leave it trapped within these pages, hoping they'd echo through the pages for you to hear them.
Another heart's plea, lost in the silence....
I'm neither bridgerton's whistledown with words to keep you intrigued nor Darcy's Elizabeth with the beauty to bewitch you. I am, but a fool at love's hand. I can only offer you the warmth of my heart and the honesty of my soul. I can only entertain you withΒ my quirky sense of humour and my awkward attempts at flirting.
The sun streams through the lace curtain illuminating the vanity table where I pen this letter. This one, like the others, goes without a receiver's address, afraid of rejection and indifference. I'd carry the burden of my unrequited love, unspoken and unseen. It'd end up stacked with the others at the far back of my cupboard, away from prying eyes, when all I want is for yours to see them. Once again, I find solace in my familiar mantra 'some words are best left unspoken', 'some letters destined to remain unread'.
Perhaps someday, but for now, I'll keep them safe for another day.
~To us, who have never been at the receiving end of a love letter. This is one for you!
Your anonymous bestie
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