Letter to the whirlwind.

Dear Whirlwind,
I have come to admire you. The way you go about swiftly and elegantly. I am in need of a friend,one who will just listen to me. So far I have found none,until I came across you. As you elegantly make your entourage dance around me,take my words with you. Take them to your far away home.

The arms I used to run to have become the weapon of my most dreaded monster...a monster of my own making.

The most loving man I had ever known turned cold. He became a different person. I guess he ran out of patience;All the anger he had kept locked up inside came out in the form of a merciless animal. I dare not even call his name. I've lost that right.

The arms that once held me lovingly now turned into claws that would scratch my delicate skin. The melodious voice that pacified me turned into an audacious roar that would bark orders at me. The very sound of his roars sent shivers down my spine. I could never have imagined this side of him.

He had made me so happy and so comfortable. He gave me every thing I had wanted and made all my dreams come true. He pampered me do much that I became too proud. I felt so big and I trampled on his heart. I grew wings-fake wings- and I flied around proudly and trampled on the people precious to me. I lost myself and my sense of direction. I got so high on an illusion. The nostalgia of those days keep me alive. I got so high on an illusion.
I realized my mistakes perhaps too late;I ignored the warnings of my loved ones and my wings failed me at the time I needed them most. The moment that I needed to fly high up in the sky and shout out my remorseful apology to him in the presence of the whole world. My wings broke off and then I realized that they were never really there.
No! He is not a monster. I'm the real monster. I'm the devil because a turned an angel into a cold blooded man. I took away his happiness and I left him filled with anger and pain. Little did I know that I was hurting myself by hurting him.
I'm in excruciating pain seeing him this way. He has lost his smile,that light in his eyes is no longer there. I can feel how unhappy he is. Even in his anger,I see his love and It breaks my heart time and again.
All I have is him. He is everything and I'm nothing without him. He is my home,the place my heart resides. I will stick to him,no matter how hard he tries to shake me off, I will stick to him like my whole life depends on it...because it does depend on him.

P.S: Its a fictional short story. Hope you like it?