Now, both of us are sitting here, not knowing what to do or say. How did we come so far? I don't know. You look so holy and innocent but all I can say is:
"Take off your halo. It's not yours anymore."
You look at me, knowing exactly what I am talking about. Instead of reacting, you stay silent and shrug. As if you didn't care about me, about us, anymore. I know that, deep inside of your brain, you still want us to continue as if nothing has happened. Your vanity, my insanity...we used to be perfect, you know?
When we started breaking away from each other, I heard a voice calling me, warning me from a lonely life . I didn't listen. Instead, I hoped for my honour to come back and wake me up again. The honour, which would made me wait for you, fight for you; hell, even die for you! Wouldn't you like to know what it looks like right now? Don't you want to save the rest of it?
'Just a touch and I'll be whole again...'
I used to follow your lead, happy to have you by my side. In return, I offered you my protection. Instead of gratefulness, you gave me lies. Everything I used to live for, I gave up only for you and you took it for granted, before smashing it in front of me with your confession.
Now, looking back , I still feel like drowning in a sea of betrayal and lies. My heart has become insecure, while my feelings lie shattered on the ground, broken into millions of once shiny pieces. Only my brain keeps telling me that everything will be alright again
After all, time can mend a broken heart, can it?
I am not sure that 'Love Letter' is the right title for this piece, as it is quite the opposite. It is an outpouring of bitter angst after betrayal. I found the 6th paragraph really interesting: "I offered you my protection. Instead of gratefulness, you gave me lies." Perhaps the person hadn't wanted 'protection' and was perfectly capable of looking after himself/herself, so why should they be 'grateful'? 'Everything I used to live for, I gave up only for you' - It is a sad story and I could really feel the pain, but at the same time the self-centredness of the betrayed lover, and blaming the other person for decisions to give up 'everything I used to live for'. Is this 'Love Letter' part of a bigger piece of writing, or just a stand-alone piece of prose?