Letter to the lost one

"Is it perfume from a dress
that makes me so digress?"
Probably....

I had promessed myself that you were nothing.
I must excuse myself, I am a simple girl. I can't stop the tears thinking of our distance brings. You are away and lost.
You were not lost to me for her sake. I lost you the moment I met you. It was there, in your eyes, so many years ago. Their humid darkness told me you would leave me, taint me, teach me what blood was like. I am foolish; so very foolish indeed, that my simple desires made me stubborn.
My wish did not prevail . You drained my existance, now reduced to dry, oniric memories. Hope has become the replay of a blissful, treacherous moment. My life turned into hollow dust.
Now, I am nothing.