the letter

Dearest J.

My thoughts are battered. My mind is cold. My heart is black and my body is blue. I try not to think of the things we said. The things we did. Even if it doesn't show, it still feels like an acid peel is stripping away my insides. I thought of your eyes today. The crystallic green that warmed me like no clear day ever could. Though my love for you is withering, at times like this I cannot help but remember, and with the memory comes crippling pain. And in this way, you will always be with me.

Tiffany