Darling, I understand you moved on, But, look, even knowing this, I can't seem to break free from your memories.
I remember I said I wouldn't miss you So I've made my desperate heart stop beating for you But these restless eyes, on the other hand, are looking for you. They have been showering rain in the eagerness for you (the sun) to form the rainbow.
The letters which you gave me are three years old, but I still have them in my fresh closet. Yes, we broke up almost a year ago, but I haven't changed.
Even today, the scent of the same rose in whose garden we used to sit and feel each other's feelings can be detected in that letter. The fresh aura of our love is still present in that crumbled paper.
after re-reading your message the alphabets of my soul dipping in my inked heart craving to respond to you
And seeing the address written on it, my heart is pleading my soul to meet you.
But I do remember I'll have to keep my word. I have to fulfill a promise, A promise to forget about you!
Inside my wardrobe, Wrapped up in the layers of letters, I found the thread of vow, the vow in which I wished for you and you wished for me!
// Darling, The words in these letters fill butterfly pits in my empty heart, For my soul to perform an art called "poetry" every day //