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I Love You/Profession of Love Love Letter
Dear Delilah,
I’m sorry I’ve taken so long to reply to your
letter. I know I promised I would write more often, but once the
plane landed in Dublin and I was finally away from everything back
home, I grasped how totally Mary broke my heart. It felt like there
was nothing but splinters on the left side of my ribcage, instead of
a heart. I needed to be alone, and to think. I guess to drown myself
for a while in the sounds of the waves against the cliffs of
Ireland. And my sorrows in pints from half the pubs of Dublin, I
admit.
This situation has been so unfair to you. I feel
selfish for falling for you while another girl was in the process of
destroying me emotionally. The thing is, I know I never would have
developed feelings for you if Mary hadn’t left me with the flimsy
excuse of studying organic farming in Thailand. Deep down I knew she
was cheating on me and I’d already begun to move on. Yet ten years
is a long time to be with someone, and when she finally admitted the
truth to me and then begged me to take her back, I felt so lost. She
needed me, my forgiveness. Maybe I should just give in, I was
thinking.
But then there was you. When you came to stay for
the summer, I tried so hard not to fall for you. We became such good
friends. The conversations about politics and art that lasted for
hours into the night, your gorgeous hazel eyes, your sense of humor.
You’d always catch me off guard and make me laugh.
Now, two months later, it is simple. You are the
saving grace of this situation for me. I needed to leave and clear
my head, but the thing is, here, alone, thousands of miles away, I
love you. Everything has changed around me except for that. I don’t
want Mary. I don’t know if you’ve moved on, or have given up on me.
Somehow I know you haven’t.
But Delilah, you’re like a ray of light in my life.
Please be with me.
James
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