1 Letter

The windows left wide open with the curtains flying in along with the wind. The cold icy wind flies inside through it along with the moonlight lighting up the darkness inside the room.

Beside it a large door, a fresh flower placed on the balcony. The same flower with different colours. The small butterfly with its wings of purple and a little shade of white by the end with a unique pattern over its wings.

Flapping his little wings upwards towards the balcony attracted by the flowers. Away from the enormous flower garden below. Finally reaching its destination finally resting itself over one of the white daffodils.

A smile spreads across his lips the lock of his messy hair falling in front of his eyes, the hair passes over eighter side of his shoulder's. Taking a deep breath, lifting his gaze in front of him over the fireplace.

Right above the fireplace a large painting of the girl kneeling down on her feet with her back turn. Wearing a white sundress brown hair tied into a high bun along with that a few locks of hair out. With that a white butterfly sitting over the bun.

Holding a single daffodil on her left hand and 2 same flowers behind her back which were dried.

Hearing the crackling of the woods a sudden wave of sadness fall over him. Parting his pink losing the focus of the fire. Turning his gaze back down at the table in front of him.

The blank sheet of papers some crumpled around or on the ground. With the words written over it with the black ink. Tabbing his pen from side to side making the few drops of the ink pen fall over the white sheet as he signs in response once again.

"How should I start" he mumbles under his breath, the other hand under his chin. Just staring at the white paper in front of him making his eyes lose his focus and gain it back blinking his eyes a few times.

"Why not start from there I just hope it will reach her to the current time? I hope it's not too late this time,"

Dear,

I hope you are doing well; the sky is clear as the moon shining as bright as your smile. The cold gush of wind is entering, the warmness of the fire making me miss the heat of your skin against mine.

I still remember the day we met as it was yesterday, I don't know what should I feel about it. Only if I can meet you once again only if I can turn back time just for you.

Only if I could get this letter to reach out to you, only if I could meet you once again. To see the smile on your face to hear your voice once again. The soft giggles, the soft touch of lips against mine. Eyes sparkling under the sun and the moonlight. How it used to light up when it meets mine.

Do you know your words still echo over my head, again and again, it's impossible to get it out of my head?

The sweet fragrance of the sweet lemon and the sun still lingering making me feel as if you are still around. Making a smile form over my face as if you are standing in front of me.

But only if-only if I never met you, only if I could never fall in love with you, only if you could never fall in love with me.

Would you still have been here somewhere?

Don't worry I will keep on continuing to write the letter as these letters are for you.

Finally setting the ink pen down starting down at the letter he wrote. Taking a deep breath as the butterfly was sitting over the white daffodils. Flying inside the room through the large door.

Flying where the guy still has the shadow cast over him because of the darkness inside the room. The butterfly rests over the pen, making the guy staring at it. A small smile on his face looking down at the butterfly.

"Only if I could meet you once again Dear Luna"