For a week, I didn’t even want to say anything. Your last message was clear, your silence even clearer. And I had my resolve. If you can disappear without a word, then far be it from me to break the silence. I said my part, and anything more would be redundant and pathetic. But a… Continue reading Unsent Letter #4
I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock. It was 2.15 pm and he had to walk a little to get to the scrap yard, then walk around it to find a car that was the same make as his, see if it had the parts he needed, take them, pay… Continue reading The Clock
Do you know what sucks? Feeling like I’ve never been closer to someone than I am to you – knowing it will never be less than an ocean apart. Wanting to tell you how much I hurt – holding back because I don’t want to burden you. Giving all I have ever been and all… Continue reading Unsent Letter #3
Áfra János: Little shop of misunderstandings I would like to say, if you were here, I’d calm down, But instead I say, your constant absence upsets me. You would like to say, you would be next to me if you could, But instead you say, we cannot always be together every day. I would like… Continue reading Little shop of misunderstandings
I packed my bags and left. Got on a plane with a one way ticket and began a new life. It has been over six years since I made the decision, the evening of my determination still vivid and clear in my mind. I had just received notification that I was accepted to university, when standing among… Continue reading Groundhog (holi)day at ‘home’
A week after your disappearance, I am sticking with the silence. Two can play the game even if we both know there will be no winners. But whilst I sit in my cold room listening to the intermittent midnight traffic and the incessant pattering of the rain on my windowsill, I can imagine what if. For… Continue reading Unsent Letter #2
I would like to contact you, but I know I can’t. I have been here before, and I always gave in first. Breaking the silence, begging for attention and fighting to keep it going. Not this time. You told me you want some time, so time you shall get. I will not tell you about… Continue reading Unsent Letter
