Some things are better left unsaid. I never liked that saying, well for the most part anyways. I’ve always said what was on my mind and that has gotten me in a lot more trouble than I care to admit. Oh well. I find that 9 out of 10 times I won’t bite my tongue and that might make me seem like a jerk…ok maybe sometimes I am a jerk. BUT I apologize if I do feel that I have stepped over the line. I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like what’s the point of holding back? To spare someone’s feelings at the cost of your own? If I feel your acting inappropriately I will tell you something. If I feel you did something good, I’ll let you know too. If I don’t want to do something or go somewhere oh you better believe I’ll say something.
Some things are better left unsaid.
“I get why you left Somara. I get it. I just don’t want to accept it. I messed up, I know that, and you being the way you are gave me chance after chance. I squandered them. Didn’t appreciate them. I regret few things but this would be at the top of my list. I am sorry, I always will be. It doesn’t change a thing, I know that. You said it yourself. It’s been 10 years since what we had died in your heart. I guess this is an unresolved event in my heart, in my mind that I just can’t accept. We haven spoken in months at this point but I still hope you think of me. I still hope you read these letters and somewhere deep within your heart they make you smile. You’ll always have a part of my heart, forever. Love Turner,” said Turner aloud as he wrote another letter to Somara.
A tear hit the paper right below his signature. He wiped it away with his right thumb and smeared the ink on his name. He smiled a sad smile and folded the letter. He gently placed it within an envelope and sealed it with a kiss. The tears overtook him as he pressed the envelope across his chest and looked outside his window.