Dear October,
We are supposed to be good friends. Friends who will sit together and make mockery of January and her awful siblings; February, March, April, May, June, July, August, and September.
But you’ve somehow managed to make me your enemy. Why?
I didn’t think you were like the others, but you’re proving me wrong.
Honestly, I thought January was my biggest nemesis because it made me sad on my special day, but July dug into the deepest part of my heart with the sharpest of claws.
July looked me in the face and said, ‘You have been floating happily for too long, how about I make you sink?’
And July did just that. I sank the deepest when I was with July.
During the 31 days I spent with July, I thought we were doing just fine. Not until the 16th day when July snatched a big part of me and left me sinking in a quicksand of numbness and loneliness.
Many times in dreamland, I’ve met with the part of me that July stole. Many times I tell you.
I have accepted what July did and have forgiven July, but forgetting is a word I do not know the meaning of.
Dear October, although you did not burgle my peace as July did, something about you unsettles me.
I’m not exactly sure what it is, but I know I’ll figure it out because we still have eight days to spend together.
Unkind regards,
Me
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