With all my love

Dear Adam,1

Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me? We were standing at your back door, and you were holding me more tightly than you ever had before. When those three beautiful words met my ears, I was so overjoyed to repeat them back. We used that phrase again and again for months after, and our love grew.2

Had you ever felt such happiness? I long to return to those times: The times when nothing else in the world mattered but my hand in yours. But I became obsessed with our love. It was my only focus in life. I was so careful to only please you, for I thought if ever I did not, you would end the relationship in which I had placed my identity. I became only yours. No name, nothing else but yours.3

But then you left me. I know not who I am, or what I live for. You are my only source of happiness, and you are gone! What am I to do now? I feel darkness overcoming me, pulling me into the deep pit I now call my home. My life is in ruins, and you-you are my eternal tormentor.4

Your lips hypnotize me when you speak, their movement taking me back to the kisses you once bestowed upon me; your hands put me in anguish for I can still sense your touch against my skin. I love you, but you will not return. I have nothing to live for but death; may suicide take me quickly.5

Love,