It’s been a while since we’ve spoken to each other.
The flowers under our favourite tree have withered and turned into blankets of snow, burying the places we’d call our own.
I know you cheated on me with that girl who gets you drunk every time you try to talk about your past. Our past.
I know you don’t really love her. At least, not as much as you seemed to love me. I can see it in the way you avoid the places we used to go to together or the way you keep wishing you could hold her the way you used to hold me.
Please, honey. Come back to me.
It’s killing me inside to see us like this.
I want to start over with you.
I know it won’t be the same if we’re back together and all the resentment we can’t weed out of our chests will turn into the cold distance between us but I promise I will try harder to forget. I will love you so much that you’ll forget the space between us ever existed.
You ruined me and I don’t know how to mend my broken parts again and I hate this desperation but I need you now.
I am ready to crumble just to be with you.
Please just come back to me.
Tamarind Fall; Writing prompt: A girl writing to a boy who cheated on her but she still loves him and wants to start a relationship with him, but it’s changing her for the worse. She loves him so much but he doesn’t seem to care.