The Last Letter — Found Too Late

The letter was hidden in a drawer — unfinished, unsent. The ink was faded in places, but the words still burned.

My beloved — my dearest breath —

By the time you read this, I fear I will no longer have the courage to speak these words aloud.
Perhaps I am already gone.

But I could not leave without telling you what my voice failed to say.

Every moment with you has been a turning, a returning —
to a secret place inside me where only you live.
I never dared name it, lest it be broken by the world.

But now there is no more time for cowardice.

I have loved you in every stolen glance,
in every brush of your hand against mine,
in every silence where your name lived unspoken on my lips.

I have watched you through the glass of my own fear,
through hours slipping away,
through days where I stood quietly longing,
never knowing if you felt the same.

If only for today — for this one fragile day —
I would have been unafraid.

I would have stood before you and said:

"Take my breath away."

Not as a plea, but as a vow.

For you have always held it — my breath, my heart, my very soul.

And if fate is cruel, and I am gone before this reaches you —
know that my love remains, burning, somewhere unseen.

Somewhere, there is a love in flames.
And it is yours. Always.

Forgive me.
Remember me.
And if your heart still calls to mine — whisper my name, even once.
I will hear it, wherever I am.

Forever yours,
The one who turned and returned — for you.

by Onnaya