As summer ended, sky changed colors and so did the letters to the one that got away.
As evening hugged the world around me, I lay my eyes on the paper, the ink pen and the vast sky in front of my eyes. I touch the nib to the paper and I write, write and write. It’s been long since I heard from you. I hope my postcards are reaching you. I wish to write long words and sentences of hope, aspiration and my dreams.
Another evening as I stare vastly at the sky, which by the way, is changing colors each day. The sky greets me with unimaginable colors. These skies are for us, Julien.
And maybe we are for the skies, I don’t know.
And one more thing Julien,
Are you the one that got away?
In the skies and in my dreams.
//p
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Julien,
As you stood on the mountain huffing, celebrating our small quest.
I see your eyes full of longing,
looking for things to discover, unravel and to
share it with me.
//p
Julien,
I sit by the river.
I toss a coin in the water.
I hear it go deep, deep
deep till it settles in the river bed.
The silence later, Julien, makes me want to
hear your heartbeat.
//p
Julien,
I play with my fingertips dipped in paint.
Just like you did.
I wait, just like you did, for the strokes to take life on their own,
Except the scene washes away,
Just like you did.
Just like you did.
//p
Julien,
These pages will grow yellow with age.
This will be my last letter to you.
Wonder where I will stay?
I stay along the stars
that you wished upon.
//p
P.s - Staying on tenth floor has its own perks!
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