The Last Letter Still Lies Half-Opened
The Last Letter Still Lies Half-Opened
Years have passed. Yet, the envelope lying on the table remains just the same—yellowed, dust-laden, and half-opened.
Did you ever realize that I never really read the last letter in full?
Some words hurt too deeply—betrayal, departure, or that suffocating “Take care” as a goodbye.
I still remember your handwriting. As if even the letters had bent down in silent protest—faint, trembling.
But I didn’t stop. Beyond your silence, your indignation, and your unspoken words—I sought the last refuge of love.
But while you were writing a final goodbye, I was searching for a new beginning.
I stopped reading midway—right there, where you wrote: “Maybe it was my fault, but…”
I couldn’t go beyond that “but.” Sometimes, pride silences love.
The letter still lies half-opened. Just like some relationships that pause halfway—uncertain, unfinished.
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