Missing You!

Dear Sweet,

It's exactly a week today when we parted ways. The devil came between us and put as asunder. It's a hard reality that I'm still coming to terms with. I actually don't know the stage of the grieving process that I find myself now. But I know I'm still in trance - so I'm probably still at denial, anger or bargaining stage. I hope it doesn't take me forever to get to acceptance.

I still reminisce how hard I've to work in order to get you as my bonafide personal person, keeping me company 24/7, and giving me all that I desire. We could've fun as far as to the middle of night. I never had enough of you.

One week without you and my life is a mess and my shattered heart seems irreparable by any known therapeutic regimen. I've tried to move on but each passing day, I remember a piece of me in you that I just can't let you go. There is lot of me in you and I wish I could just wake up one morning to see you right by my side. This would've been the happiest day in my life.

Your love made me a slave of you. You were worth that love because you were of great worth. I've been feeling like a woman in her menopausal moments - moody, nonchalant, irritable and down. Indeed, you were the oestrogen that drives and excites my sensibilities and moods.

You were my drug - a drug that got me overly addicted that I couldn't just help myself a minute without you. Everyone knew I was so much into you. My dependency on you grew absurd and wild. Yet I was comfortable with it. I wish you could come around and behold my face and you will realise that I'm coping poorly with the withdrawal symptoms.

I fondly remember the barrage of compliments you used to receive when I go to events with you. I was always proud of you and ever wish our our association won't end until death do us apart.

We are no more just in a spate of a week and I'm craving badly for you. Certainly, the prognosis isn't good - not at all. I feel zoomed out and doomed.

Each time I remember your faultless body, sleekness and succulence, my heart gyrates violently, high-jumps over sadness and tiptoes over pain. My mind is always with you even if I'm sleeping or with your near replacement.

You were the pivot that anchors and manages my daily life with precision, love and loyalty. Each day I receive updates about you. About how the devil who separated us is trying shamelessly to devirginise and desecrate your sanctity in order to get hold of the treasury abound in you.

A tear just dropped on my paper as if we've parted for a year. Without any shred of fear I'm working fiercely like a bear to have you back my dear.

Hello Mr Devil of a chief thief, I swear you're not going to have peace with my Samsung Galaxy S5, my only faithful lover ever.