Mosaic of Letters
The kettle was whistling its notes, it was time for a tea, Erika thought to herself. She took out her paper and ink, she carried them with the steaming kettle to her study and settled. She brewed herself a cup of chamomile tea; her beloved, it always reminded her of the person she held in her rib cage, closed yet known to everyone.
Furthermore, she took out her paper but no ink spread into the sheets, she watched as the birds flew, chatting within themselves, gossiping about the woman who brewed the tea and letting it turn cold while she watched them.
It has been 354 days, hasn't it? she thought to herself
Her soul had been a missing piece of the puzzle for the longest of times, it was quickly filled by a person. She met her on a train; likeable and talkative, that's how Erika would describe her. Her enigmatic smile, her presence and essence, and her... All of which Erika had enclosed into her mind. People called them the best of friends, Erika considered them, soulmates. Her other half. Her only one in life
She felt her tears threatening to escape, She smiled at the memories, She took a sip from the cup and picked up the pen. Although with her hands wrinkled, eyes diminishing her vision, and memories hazy, she knew she would never forget the memories embedded into her soul, She started to write,
Dear Jess,
It has been 354 days hasn't it, I remember how you used to say to not count our days by months or hours but by days, you were always so peculiar with your words. It was the most endearing thing about you.
Your little giggles when the t.v show host said his terrible puns, your smile when you saw the carrots you planted, your hair swaying with the wind when we went to the beach together. I remember how you forced me to go with you to the beach, even though I hated the sand. It made you happy, didn't it? And when I asked you, what you saw me as, you smiled and kissed my cheeks walking away That moment, my love, I knew I knew that you loved me as much as I did The nights we spent talking about our future and all the wild fantasies we fulfilled in the warmth of every night, while we held our breath, you kissed me breathless, I used to love when you did that. These days I hear your giggles and footsteps in the silence, you told me that you needed a blanket when you felt cold, where did you leave hurriedly, I brought your favourite blanket with the stripes, the one you used to hoard when we embraced each other. You used to be so stubborn and giddy with the blanket but why did you stare at the ceiling so blankly when I brought it to you.
It is all in my memory, love Do you think you, the person who embraced me the most, would be forgotten by your love? You are my love, I am your love. You are the essence of my life and still is Your scent is still filled in these rooms, your silly tales are said to people who visit me often, your laughter, the warmth of your touch, the softness of your lips and the addicting taste of your body still harangue me every day I miss you, my love Every day without you has been grinding, torturous I don’t have a sense of time nor day but I count the days where I have not seen you clearly. The world hasn't been the same recently, the days are emptier, the cup of tea isn't bliss, the skies are darker even on sunny days, my kids are happier I think; no words from them. It is getting difficult, my dear. Is it why you left so swiftly?
You have always kept your word when it came to our promises, but why didn't you keep up with this one, my dear... Jess... my dear, my soulmate, my best person...
I will see you soon, wait for me until my time is up here until then I will stay and make sure not to forget about you.
Yours beloved, Erika
Tears were spilt, mixing with the ink in the sheet, she rested her head on the chair and reminisced on the memories of her beloved friend, subtly smiling at the thought of meeting her again. Until her time comes, Until then, she would be a mosaic of letters to her late beloved.
