letters | d/david #atozchallenge

letters | a to z | what sandra thinks

Dear David,

It’s been a long time, but I still miss you. I still regret losing you.

I can’t put my finger on exactly what went wrong, but the details don’t matter because I think the real problem was timing. Circumstances back then messed things up for us. Where we were in our lives… the challenges we were facing. I wish we’d been strong enough to get through it all together, but we weren’t… or at least I wasn’t. But I don’t think you were either. It was both of us.

I wish we’d met a few years later. If we had, I think there’s a good chance we’d still be together. I met you too soon. Even though it’s hard for me to say this because I’m so selfish, I really do hope you’re happy. A part of me, though, will always wish you were happy with me. You were the one. But you are also the one that got away.

Love,

p.s. — Did you save anything from ‘us’? My heart hopes you did but my head knows you didn’t. I still have the pictures you drew for me and the sculptures you made me. I’ve tried to let them go, but I can’t. A part of me will always love you. You were my best friend… and the love of my life. I bet you don’t even know that…  

 

         
©2020 what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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33 Responses to letters | d/david #atozchallenge

  1. Nicely written. I like your theme.

    I am doing photo prompts this year: https://writingiscommunication.wordpress.com/2020/04/04/the-d-in-2020-a-to-z/

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  2. gigglingfattie says:

    Wow – powerful letter today! I was not expecting that after the first three. I just want to give you a big hug but ya know – distance and all that 😦

    I feel like if I did an AtoZ based on letters, my first one would be this letter. To a different man but ya know, the same type of emotion behind it.

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  3. Very heartfelt! Or great fiction, whichever😉

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  4. My guess is that he did…at least for a long time. Timing is often everything, in many facets of life. I hear people say “…things happen for a reason…”, but I don’t always buy that theory. 😕

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  5. M says:

    Bittersweet. There is nothing more real than fiction. I think you broke me a little with this one. 💔 Nicely done S!

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  6. ugh…..I feeeeeel this.

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  7. I have a similar memory of the first girl I truly loved. I will always love her even though it was so long ago. The wound will always hurt but gets less raw as the years and decades move on.

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  8. Timing is so important in relationships and I think we can all relate to lost loves. Beautifully written letter. Weekends In Maine

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  9. jrvincente says:

    I’m sorry he got away. 😦

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  10. Meg says:

    Oh man… the one that got away, that could have been. An excellent piece of writing, the more so because of the authenticity. I’m sorry that it is though… 😞

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  11. Wow. Proud of you writing this. I know how much you miss him and how important he was to you. XO

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    • I guess I’ve always had shit timing. I can’t help but wonder if I’d be happy right now if I were with him. But… I’m still me and I have issues that always have been and always will be with me. I probably would have ruined things with him by now anyway.

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