i remember the days when we fell asleep together, in the conventional way of course. however when the sun would come streaming in through your curtains everything wasn't as conventional as it seemed. you always jumped away from my sheet wrapped figure as if you'd been scorned.
i never understood why you hated the sun.
the times i would ask you always would respond with.
"you don't have to blind to not be able to see"
i never understood, just like you would never understand the fear i had of the night.
even though you did try desperately to understand, enda. it was simply impossible. because i couldn't even remember myself. needless to say you knew we wouldn't ever last, we were too different, or maybe it was because we were oh so alike.
wyatt
YOU ARE READING
unequivocal.
General Fictionnight and day our fears and dreams, different but equally as captivating. these our your letters you never got to read enda.
