From a lovestricken witch to a wise friend, Talitha, may my thoughts will never bore you.
I have yearned years to see your wisteria blossom in full. For the full years that has passed me by,
I've wished you gardens of colours through all of them.
The years have brought me baskets of pains and essence of happiness, too.
Talitha, a dear friend that was.
I've wondered long enough, why do us girls are easier to forgive men unasked,
rather than to forgive other women who offers our apology when it comes to love.
Every deed that is unfamiliar must be experienced to be understood.
Not much else to say but I spent my days away from the Sun, collecting my heartbreaks in the dark.
If it puts you at ease, I am weaving a wooly memories of how I could have been better,
how I should know being there is better than fighting for;
it's cozy fabricating memories that has already slipped through your fingers.
You just remember and you don't even have to do it correctly.
But Talitha, even with these heartbreaks, if I lived another life,
the story would still be told the same.
The same author, same character, the same spit of words.
But I swear I'd be gentler, my words, my anger, my silence.
I have apologised time and time again all to receive a sunny forgiveness
to not be forgiven.
I accept your unforgiveness as it is.
I must believe as much as I can reflect and apologise, you are the one to receive it or otherwise.
All that I may and need to do, is all I have gave my all.
Talitha, this is my last letter thinking of us and I will wish you love that is filled to the brim and
nothing less, always.
