I wanted to tell you, I wanted to let you know that:

Every time I miss you, I just miss you more and more..

Every time I see you, I can’t say I’ve seen you before... It would all feel like the very first beginning…

Just like the good old days when we were so young, a decade or so ago…

Just like when I met you the first time and despised those curious eyes of yours and felt so uncomfortable each minute you spent around.

Persistently, I ran from your eyes, to your eyes. Desperately, I ran away along another road and discovered it was just another detour back to those mysterious eyes of yours.

Tried hardly over years to run from the darkness you brought to my life and ended up being more trapped in the darkness you create by your presence…  

Chocked and had to stand up and leave the deep black hole that was sucking my energy and dragging me back over years to find myself covered completely with mud until the hole swallowed me back in for few more years.

My love; I wanted to tell you, I wanted to let you know that:

I’ve never loved you but I got so used on your attendance in my life and the pain that accompanies the devious eyes that forever will try to explore the relationship that never established in reality…

She never wrote the letter or wraps it in a bottle…

She just drew it with her tears, blood and long gloomy nights on the walls of his life, so they would stand as a witness over a love that never existed, but was in deed better than any real love…