#024 Letter to Cyrus

My dearest day,

It stings to admit you were right; I was a coward afraid of losing myself. Leaving you has left me hollow. When our lives touched for the first time, you started bleeding into me and I into you. Out of red and blue we became purple. Our long and longing nights spent huddled up beneath a blanket, skin running over skin, always tempting, barely teasing, moulded me into who I am today.

To leave you, was to leave a part of me behind. If you’ll allow me, I’m ready to reclaim it.

Forever yours,

your darkest night.