A Letter To Beatrice

Dearest Beatrice,

It takes a lot of courage, but I will ask anyway: how are you? Where have your adventures led you? What is your life like now?

It has been six months, eight days and twelve hours since I've thought about you. Sometimes, though just sometimes, I will allow myself to open up my once bleeding wounds and bathe in our lavish memories. Mind you, that is because I was momentarily weakened, but entertained by the thought of what our lives would entail if we never walked our separate paths. Each step still encloses an inkling of our past, whether if it's a smile, a fleeting touch or some distant singing laughter. It still all have a minuscule part of your presence. I often wonder when our paths will meet again - when our palms will touch, our strides will be in pace and our eyes will be expressively filled of thoughts for each other. Now, those are simply jaded memories that thorn a human heart and is no longer the sunshine to a sullen day.

I think I am deserving of some congratulatory encouragement for getting thus far without you by my side. It's not easy to erase a lifetime of memories even if they are of ones where you are blaming me and I am faulting you. I want to tell you that this will be the final farewell because from this moment I will be free of any feelings. I will have the release I've longed for this whole time and live life as is. I wish you well, I wish you happiness, I wish you love. I hope you can return my sentiments too.

Goodbye Beatrice; I wish you the best of the best.

Sincerely,

B.