Letters

He stared at the blank sheet in front of him. The words seemed to float through his head, but when he set down to put them on paper, nothing seemed to come. How to say all the things that plagued his heart? How to put on paper the emptiness he felt? 


Everything seemed so confused now-a-days. "When did life become so complicated?" he thought. It was supposed to be simple. Meet a girl, fall in love, live happily ever after right? He felt lied to. Nothing was ever as easy as it seemed. 


Looking back at the empty tablet in front of him, he wondered how to start. It wasn't easy to write the things that kept him up at night, to reveal his deepest darkest secrets. But if he couldn't tell her, then who could he tell? It was all about trust, right?

And still the paper stayed blank. How did one describe the emptiness one felt inside? How to describe the pain, the loss, the mind-numbing silence? Why did being with her feel so right, but being here, alone, feel so wrong? He sighed. The letter wouldn't write itself.


What to say? What to say. How to say how you love someone at the same time telling them how much you missed them? And all of this without putting any pressure on them to be here. Words just wouldn't come easily. 

And still the paper remained blank. He looked to the heavens for answers, but the only sounds he heard were the chirping of birds, and the horn of a riverboat. No answers there. No answers anywhere he looked. Just the same numbing loneliness. 


He looked at the paper. The letter wouldn't write itself.