letter

Jeremiah,

I'm still inlove with you. No matter how big of an asshole you are. It pains me to think that you must have love her enough to accept her total package and leave the years we've spent together. It's like i'm in Hostel--live. What's worse is that tears tend to freeze whenever they try to fall down on my cheeks and the my heart does the mourning. That's the worst kind of mourning. I guess I'd be like this until someone comes along. Someone who can teach me to forget everything about you. Someone who won't just sit down and let the world revolve around us. Someone who will control my demons and will love me and all that I'm worth of. You've done it once to me Jeremiah so I'm not losing hope that someone would also do the same and will stay consistent till infinity. Who knows? Probably it might be you. Or probably not. I just wish you'd realize what you lost and regret it big time and I wish by that time, I still haven't met that someone who would already know.

P.S.

Don't call me Lee. Call me by the name you forever wrote on your walls. Lyra. That's my name. And don't come running around with your guilt. If you come around, come around with a firm resolution of what you would really not give up. And I hope it would be me. I'm still hoping. Stupid. But hoping.

The Girl Who Can't Be Moved,
Lyra