Dear Wilted Lover

You no longer visit my dreams. Your smell does not cling to the sheets. My lips no longer crave to mold against yours.

I've realized a love like ours was never meant to flourish. It was only to dissipate once the light sought us out from hiding. I understand now your shade of blue was only meant to turn my purple black.

I do hope this letter finds you in time, before you destroy another in your quest for redemption. You must know by now, there can be no salvation in the love you seek. I beg you not to look for someone to love if you mean for them to wash you clean while becoming tainted by your luster.

You seek love that will save you. But darling, Love cannot save all things.

Signed,

I Hope You Find Peace.