The sky is turning of a warm pink rose and light is beginning to laid on your pillow, it is almost on your serene sleeping face, and soon it will wake you.
I cannot help playing softly with your long hair one last time. I love them. I am probably as obsessed with them as you are with mine. Even now, in the silence of your room, I can heard you saying to me "Mina! lets down your hair for Merlin's Sake!". Such a gruff nuisance you are! I pretend to be mad with you every time you make a complain about my hairstyle but only now I realize how much I will miss them. How much I will miss you.
I have to leave, now, before it is too painful leaving you and what we have together.
I would be only a danger for you. If my heart has to broke in order to keep you safe, be it so. At least a little part of it will know this was the right decision and will not regret it. I hope.
You will never know the pain this decision is bringing me.
False words. These I have written in a letter explaining the reasons of my leaving. You would never understand the truth; you would try to make me change my mind. But I can not.
Thus, I have written about not being sure of my feelings for you, about not loving you as much as you love me, about having other priorities. Nonsense…
I have dressed, combed my hair in the usual bun I wore, and now I am ready to leave, to get out of your life.
I wish this could not be forever but knowing you, and knowing what I have written in that letter, I am sure you will hate me.
I get close to the bed you are sleeping in, slowly, trying to make no sounds. I sit on the edge and leaning towards you I breath your scent, our scent, and try to gather all the memories of us together. My chest feels constricted, as my throat.
I love you, I love you my Cecile, but I have to go. I am sorry.
Closing the door of your room I can feel a tear running down my cheek. I know that many others will follow.