Maybe someday

Dearest Jane,

Where to begin? My heart is in shambles, Jane. Ever since you left, I am incredibly morose and tired, and I feel like my heart is hurting and trembling. It is trembling tremendously, pushing into my mouth, making me feel it’s solid beat, rekindling my deep feelings for you. A reminder that you may not return, but I cannot allow myself to believe it.

Maybe someday, I tell myself. You’ll return.

I look up at the sky, maybe someday.

I look at the blooming spring light hitting the flowering trees. Maybe someday.

I look up at the moon and stars, and I say with my barely concealed, almost angry tears.

Maybe someday.

Was writing to me that exhausting? Was it that troublesome? Knowing that I never left you, that I tried so hard to stay in contact with you, after everything, you left. I felt awful for putting a burden on you.

But maybe someday.

Yours, always, with love,

Edward