Elly Grey

 There's no scientific explanation for the soul.  There's no evidence that it exists. So what have I patiently been waiting for?  That you'll one day understand the deepest parts of me?  Understand my soul?  Let it go. 

 Still in my next life,  I'll come back as a dandelion.  I'll be the flower who flies. You'll pluck me and gently blow me into the air.  You'll make a wish and I'll fly so high  and land without a care.  I'll look back at you and smile, And you'll see me again In the flower that learnt how to fly. Taking your wish to the  sky. ~E 

I have let you go  I have forgiven you I will not place burden on you ever again  Because I realised that I'm delicate and precious  My heart is soft and loving But you don't see that You see me as needy and cruel  And I can't live with that  So I will let you be It can't break me But I can't allow more pain For you and me Which is sad because I loved you with all that I had But you weren't fair to me

 It was him and just who he was and the fact that he could take me to a place that no-one else could. The peace I felt when around him, the way his words would make me laugh, made me believe that if I belonged anywhere, it was here with him. 

I didn't hear from you today so I'm writing this to you, with the hope that you'll open it and read it.  The thing is, nowadays people will see and open a message but not read it. Deceptively, the sender thinks their words have been read.  And that's not very nice when you think about it - words lost in transit, floating in space, that will never be read.  When I see that you've not written, I think, well ok, I won't disturb you but then the emotional part of me thinks, my message to you will let you know that I'm thinking of you. It may be, that in your busy day, my words will give some reprieve.  My words to you are saying: 'Hey, I just thought of you', 'I saw this post, and you came to mind', 'I'm missing you', 'I wish you were here'.  So here's a letter that I'll hope you'll open and actually read. That you'll read the words and not leave out in the void. 

 I loved him so deeply.  I wish he could have let me. 

I find the rivers mystical. They are vast, they have beautiful names and they tell love stories of doomed lovers.