My Love,1
This morning I woke up with a song in my heart for you. It began joyful and full of happiness. As the melody played with my heartstrings, memories of how our love began whispered in my ear. Those first glances at each other across that crowd of people. Our eyes met and my stomach fluttered as the twinkle in your eye danced. It seemed we were drawn to each other as we made our way through the mass of unimportant faces. As we drew near and finally touched hands, it was like coming home for the first time in my life.2
The tempo began to change as my memories progressed. It became a slow and steady beat, but still invigorating. Our first kiss floated into view as I swayed. The soft touch of your lips upon mine, your arms enveloping me in a warm embrace to pull me closer to you, as if the very thought of our lips parting meant both of our deaths. Flashes of our shared laughter together floated past me in a dreamlike state. The day you finally admitted that, you love me, lingered longer than all the wonderful memories we have between us. You could tell by the tear the trickled down my cheek that I felt the same for you. The world disappeared around us as our lips touched softly. Soon nothing but our own heartbeats could be heard as we fell into bed together. Nothing mattered except the other as we made love. It still haunts me how you cradled me in your arms so tightly as we slid into our dreams.3
Suddenly, there was a crash of symbols and I was startled away from those wonderful times. The rhythm changed to a familiar erratic pace that swirled my emotions tumultuously. The fairy tales ended as reality knocked on our doors didn’t they sweetheart? I was filled with the memories of our shouts of anger and the hurt of the remembered words we threw at each other. With the bang of a decisive drum, I stared at the memory of the door you slammed on us. My dance ceased as I fell to the floor sobbing. As my tears soaked my cheeks for you this morning, I realized you are not fully out of my heart.4
As this realization washed over me, the music became this tragic song filled with lost dreams. Memories of all the hopes we had for us came back, of the future. I stood up and looked out my window, and there I envisioned the misty outlines of little children running through a meadow filled with colorful flowers. Their laughter rang in my ears and your beautiful smiling face leaned over me as our lips met. Our embrace was interrupted by our dog’s enthusiastic tongue and we laughed as we began playing with the dog.5
When the song ended, I sat down and began writing this letter. I am so sorry we fought that horrible night. I wish you had not left me and I wish I had had more faith in you back then. I realize now that you loved me so much it could not have been true. I hope this meets you well and you know I will always love you. More than the stars at night, brighter than the sun my love continues to shine. Forgive me my love and come back to me…6
Love,7
Me8
Author notes
Come back to me...Option 3 fits closest to this prewrite. No one inspires me. The earth itself is inspiration.
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beautiful story
arr sad how misrable life is when some one you love is no longer part your life for what ever reason there is it hurts but life goes on and you feel like life will never ever be the same for you ever again but some times you get a second chance to have another try wonderful well written felt the pain of the loss keep it up great writeoverall: 7.
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Very Good
Very good and very sensual. Except for feelings, there is no real character development, but it is a letter. The same with dialog, it is really not applicable. It is an emotional piece and it plays with the reader's emotions along a predictable path, a sad one. The letter/story leaves me hoping the lover will return. I really enjoyed reading this.beginning: 4, language: 5, plot: 3, overall: 8, ending: 4, dialog: 1, characters: 4.
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this was really good. you have made it to the preliminary (however you spell it) finalist bunch.
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It will NOT let me edit this prewrite, so...Option 3 fits this the closest.
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Excellent
Excellent write..Written so well..This letter is amazing,,So beautiful..The reader can feel the longing..love and emotion in your write.....Your writing is excellent..Your talent shines ..
Written with heart and soul..
Blessings,
Betty -
Wow. This is quite possibly one of the best 'letters' I have ever read. I love the metaphor of music and the beautiful story behind it. I understand that it is real, and I hope everything turns out for the better. Bravo! Never give up hope, hun!
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Suhweet!
OOOOOOOOHHHHH! I like this a lot, blk magic! I can relate with this poem, of course. Please, keep writing!
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wickedness
Wow, i love music and i love how you made the story into a song, a letter, such an amazing story, it was beautiful, speechless...i could go on, wicked cool in all. -
Oh..."The fairy tales ended as reality knocked on our doors didn’t they sweetheart"
This is a heart felt and touching write. I can feel your love in the words and in the space between the words.
Understanding and accepting, this is a marvelous write!
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