The Letter

I went home one afternoon,
And saw a letter written,
With my name on it.
I couldn't say a word as I stood there,
Staring at my hand holding a letter.
Thousand things kept coming to me,
Millions of words spoken at the same time...
So depressed, so confused.

That letter...
What is written in it?
What would it say?
I wasn't prepared to read it.
But somehow a whisper tells me...
“I should because it's important."
I took a paper knife,
Cut open the envelope.
There inside was a white piece of letter...
I saw the initials it belongs to him...
My life, my love....
One whom i await so long to return,
Finally wrote me his first and last letter.

I read each word carefully,
And struggle to read it to the end,
Once I'm there, I only had tears,
Coming down my eyes...
It hurt so much to know this truth...
Why? After so many years?
Why now?
I spend years waiting for you to come back,
And this final goodbye is what I got.
You apologise for leaving,
Leaving by telling me to wait for you.
You apologise for hurting me,
Hurting by telling me what you already did.
You apologise for telling me lies,
Lies that I never knew existed.

This letter that you say your final goodbye in...
It hurt to know everything now...
The suffering and the sorrow that accompanies
Me through these years...
I really loved you,
So why must you do this to me?
You had affair with my best friend,
And you left because for her sake too...
Now that you're already gone...
With this truth what do you expect from me?
My best friend.... why?
Why must you hurt me like this?
I hate you...
I hate you for everything...
I hate you but still,
As I held this letter,
All I could do right now is crying this painful feeling away...