Drifted

Dear,
it’s been 4 years since we’ve watched the dandelions getting blown away by the wind.
Time flies, eh? Summer here in Berlin is too hot, not as hot as Venice, but I’m getting used to it. Life here is not as simple as in Italy, here everything is fast, the new trains, the dazzling Oktoberfest Holidays, and of course people here are much colder than in Italy.
Hey, dear, do you still remember me?

Dear,
Thank you for writing back to me, I’m so happy that you remembered how we were like.
Winter is almost here and it’s snowing, it’s very cold, luckily, my mother bought me a coat.
I’ve studied philosophy during my free time in summer, and YES, I’ve got a new haircut, my appearance has changed a lot since the last time we saw each other, I hope you’re changing too.

Dear,
are you doing well these days? I’m so busy these days, I’m working a double shift to cover my expensive rent. Everything is not simple as in Italy.

Dear,
Thank you for writing back to me. I was surprised that you’re moving out from Venice to London, I know it’s very changing for you, we both used to move a lot, remember? I can book a flight and meet you, it’s not that far.

Dear,
I’m so happy that you agreed that we could meet, it will be 5 and half years since we didn’t see each other, I kinda feel nervous. I will stay with you for a while to catch up, I hope there are dandelions in England.

Dear,
I’ve waited for you at the airport for 8 hours and you didn’t show up, I hope that you’re fine, I’m staying in a motel near the airport called Happy Holidays, I will wait for you there.

Dear,
it’s been 3 days, Are you alright? I tried to find any telephone number by your name in the index book but I couldn’t, please write back.

Dear,
it’s been 3 weeks, I’m back to Berlin. It’s the first time in days that I’ve thought about you, I hope you’re doing well.

Dear,
I listened to a song nearby we used to listen to when we were young, these were good times, I hope that you’d remember them too.

Dear,
People keep asking about you as if you didn’t leave me as if we were still together as if you still cared. Now all I feel is this burning pain in my chest every time someone even mutters your name, I hate this, it hurts.

Dear,
do you even miss me anymore? Do you even feel the buzz of electricity in your fingertips when you see my face?

Dear,
I saw you today in Berlin, you were happy with him; I assume he’s your new boyfriend. I didn’t feel anything, and honestly, a part of me wish I still did, goodbye.

 

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