Closure.

Dear ---{...you...}---

  This is my first letter in years and my last to what has become nothing more than a memory. The truth is, I could barely steal enough breath to answer your questions, I could barely lift my head enough to meet your wayward stare. The truth is, you never left the messy confines of my mind. You are nothing but the ghost that lingers in some deep and hidden corner of my thoughts. I wish I could say you do not haunt me but on occasion, when I am alone with nothing to occupy my mind, my thoughts drift back to you and I wonder. I wonder what could have happened if I had not been the silly girl who did not understand what feelings were, or what feelings meant. Would it have been you I cried to when people who meant something to me became nothing more than ghosts too? What about the boy who means more to me than anything, even those trips to the graveyard? Would he have gotten so close if you were still around? Would you still consider me a friend after all the years or would I too fade into a lingering mist in someones head? I wish I could show you that my situation finally improved, however slightly. I wish I could share with you the moments that make me happy, and know that you had moments like that too. I wish I could believe these words would somehow reach you, bottles at sea or messages on foggy windows perhaps, but I know that you do not need them.

You are not the story of my life or the ghost that haunts me. Our paths crossed once and it made me stronger.

In conclusion, I have no regrets.


Thank you
-Louise x