My Dear Edward...

The laughter we, once, shared transforms into whispers that I hear daily.Your love takes the form of noise and echoes in my head.I feel terrible for you haunt me.

You make my mornings so dark that the rays of sun feel gray and dull.Every night, I wish to write a melancholic ode but then I have buried you and cannot find you.

My Dear Edward, you give me the strength to fly and rise.You make me depress and a remorse is engraved within the dark valleys of my heart.I feel that you will make me wait in that restaurant and you will never arrive.Won't you come and see how desperately I want that pure essence of us?

Do not make me wait for I have waited enough.Come and see how this bruise conforms into the wound and then it gradually becomes cancer.

Will you come?

No?

No. 

This nocturnal animal of yours will wait for you in the silence of the night.

Come.