|A Latté Letter to Heaven
Author: het-roze-meisje PM
"Don't die, please, I still need you." I plead holding your hand tightly in mine, but you just shake your head. "My time has come. My love it can't be helped, but it shalln't be long before we are together again." The memories of a year ago. Now here I amRated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Spiritual - Words: 1,018 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-09-06 - id: 2244359
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A Latté Letter to Heaven
The misty twilight outside, I can't stop thinking about it. You gone it's irreversibly now, 'He's gone...' the thought sent shivers throughout my body. Leaving me feeling all the more alone, I pulled the hood of your old poncho over my head. You always used to hate it when I did that, cause you couldn't see my face. I wander through the grave yard, funny how I always thought they'd such a romantic place to wander through, I never had really thought of them as sad before all this. I guess I understand now, it brings you back to me. In it's own strange way, it's so cold out here. I miss you so much, it seems like it was only days ago since it happened.
It's been nearly a year now, and I still can't get over you. Maybe this is love, what drives me here week after week. That tells me that your watching me right now, as I'm standing here. You said you'd love me from the heavens, I believed you. I never did quite get over you, I don't think I'll ever fall in love again. You were the love of my life, I guess you still are. Your blue eyes that always seemed to inspire me. The way they stood out, they captured your soul and in that, captured me. My heart forever belongs to you, no one else could ever make me feel quite the way you did. Sometimes looking back, I remember when we were young teenagers I would read your poetry. It had felt as though they had been written to me, for me.
Each time I come I bring a rose, red of course. It was your favorite. The purest simple of love and passion, rich in color and ever so dramatic a bit cliché perhaps. But it wouldn't be the same if I brought you anything else. Too many memories belong to this flower, I used to remember thinking that they were boring, for they are far too commonly used. But I guess my options changed, they truly are the flower of romance. I remember when they were your favorite, back when we were just friends. That joke that my cousin and I had come up with ages ago, about me being the lovely lady Snow White. And you being Rose Red my knight in shining armor come to sweep me off my feet.
I remember how you would always tuck one behind my ear, though originally we had picked the white roses of of the rose bushes in the front yard. I wonder if they have roses in heaven, I imagine they do. I imagine that you live in a lovely place up there with the Lord, and that you are there. With all the people you love, and that you are waiting for me someday. I miss you so much, sometimes I wish you hadn't left. Although you are with the Lord, I still find it hard, I always have and I always will. Each morning waking up alone, without you. Each day coming back from work to find you gone. Each night fixing dinner and eating it, without you. I miss you just the same as I did the day of the dreadful accident. It was so hard to accept back then, I cried for days. I missed you dreadfully, I didn't know what to do with myself. I thought about drinking you away, but somehow, something told me that, that wasn't what you would've wanted me to do.
After that I did the mature thing, I tired to think what you would want me to do. I remember you telling me that that you would never forget me, you would always love me. The whole thing had been all too sudden, I hadn't been ready. Every night after work from that day on I read the bible. Highlighting verses I liked or thought you might have, looking back at out old favorites. And Sunday night taking a rose to your grave, tonight was another such day. Never did the deep reality of the whole thing loose it's touch, every time I come here it brings you back to me. Never did the scene in my head of placing the rose on your grave loose it's romance.
'I miss you so much...'
A/U: I just loved the title, the moment it popped into my head, I absolutely knew had to use it for something. When I decided that I was going to post this story which was unnamed at the time, I found that the title fit perfectly. The whole idea of this story is to try and picture the most realistic yet beautiful future I could, based on what I know now. If you all must know I am really fifteen years old, hard to believe, huh? The whole thing came to me while I was reading my friends poem... It truly is a beautiful poem, but I'm not gonna show it to you guys yet so there! :P
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.