Adieu patootie

To,
The twinkle of my eyes

In my cruelest and crudest moments, I am a defensive man, but beyond these base emotional responses, I am still in this tormented prison of a soul that I have created for myself dwelling over my unrequited love for you. Hope is a dream, my despair a reality.

I want you to wake up tomorrow and feel alone. I want you to feel empty. I want you to feel a deep bruising in your heart and a hollowness in your stomach. I want you to wake up tomorrow and know that leave me was a mistake. I want you to rethink everything you said, spend hours recreating the conversations that we have had, replacing your goodbyes with pleas for me to stay. I want you to not accomplish anything all day, all you can do is miss me. I want you to know what my life has been like since you walked away. Wholly. For once. I want you to beg me to come back, to vow to make everything right, to promise to love me again and not leave. I will then tell you that I am walking the aisle with another woman, though there is nobody. I would end this anyway. Then maybe I'll be ok.

Love, in the deepest meaning of the term,
me

PS: This was my entry for the Love letter writing competition which was a part of the off stage events of Inter Class.