Hey There Delilah

Hey There Delilah

Hey there Delilah.

What’s it like in New York City? Must be exciting to move; I remember it was for me. We’re a thousand miles apart now, but you’re still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. That photo you sent me just arrived, of you in the white dress, and honestly, baby, not even Times Square could shine as bright as you do. I often sit outside the apartment on the steps, playing my guitar and thinking of you.

Speaking of a thousand miles, baby, don’t worry about the distance between us; I’m always right here if you get lonely. Just a phone-call away 😊 and if you can’t reach me, just give that song another listen; I wrote it for this reason when I left. Just listen to my voice, Delilah. I know its cliché, but it IS a love-song: it shows how much I love you. When I listen to it, it breaks through the darkest thoughts and lightens them in an instant. It feels like I’m by your side again.

I long to hold you again. I can’t live without you, baby. Its what you’ve done to me.

I love you,

Samson

Hey Samson, it’s Delilah

NYC is huge, awesome, amazing…and cold without you. But don’t worry about the city. The miles between us make things hard, but I listen to our song every day, I close my eyes and it feels like you’re here with me every time. I miss you, Sam, but its fine; I swear I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me, start worrying about your guitar and how you’ll got about turning it into gold.

I saw an article in the paper about you yesterday; apparently you’re getting famous. Well, I already knew you were, but now the world knows it too. Like it should. I always knew you would make it, babe, even when you doubted yourself. Doesn’t it feel good?

You’re far away from me, honey, but that’s okay, because you’re happy. Its how things should be. I still have that picture of the two of us: I keep it in that shoebox in my closet. I wish you could send me another one, because this is getting quite tattered around the edges, because I look at it so much. I miss you, but its fine: we’ll be together again soon. I promise. That’s how things should be: you and me. Samson and Delilah.

I love you from New York tonight

Delilah

Hey there Delilah,

It’s been a tough month. I know things are getting hard, love, but you’ve got to believe me, soon I will be paying the bills with this guitar: and we’ll have the life we knew we would, I swear! I just have to find the right words to sing. It was so much easier when you were here; you were my inspiration. Now when I close my eyes I can’t see you at all; in my head I can’t hear your lovely voice anymore, telling me what to do. I haven’t been the same since we parted: its what you do to me.

I’ve got so much left to say to you. If only every single song I wrote for you took your breath away like my first one; I still don’t understand why you didn’t like the others I sung for you. They were supposed to make you fall even more in love with me: instead you’ve been colder every phone-call. Before, when I doubted myself, I always had you to stoke up the fire in me. Its what you do to me.

A thousand miles seems farther every day, but there’s planes, and trains, and cars. Heck, I’d walk to you if I had no other way. I’ll come soon, okay? I bet our friends are making fun of us for staying together through everything, but we’ll just laugh along with them because none of them have felt this way, the way I feel about you.

Don’t you miss me baby, its fine, just be good. Two more years and you’ll be done with school! How crazy is that, huh? When you’re done, I’ll be right here making history, telling the world how much you mean to me. Its all because of you, anyway: its what you do to me.

Delilah, I am promising you, by the time that we get through, the world will never be the same. And you’re to blame.

Here’s to you.

Samson

Hey, it’s Delilah

I know it’s been hard, my love: a thousand miles is so far. Thank God for the late night calls, and for your letters. I am sorry, Sam, but the new songs you wrote for me…didn’t seem like they were on the same level as that first one. I didn’t mean to hurt you, honest, but they made me feel insignificant. Its what they do to me. You talk about the world finally recognising your talents, but, I was the first to believe in you. Am I not enough?

Yeah, our friends all make fun of us, but yes, I laugh along because I know our love is strong enough to stay. I promise, baby, the first time I laid eyes on you, I knew my world would never be the same. You’re to blame.

I’m thinking about you from the city. I know you’re fare away from me, but you’re happy, and that’s how things should be. I’m counting down the days until I’ve got you right here by my side. But until then, I’ll close my eyes, and dream about you every night.

I love you from New York Tonight.

Delilah

Hey Sam, it’s Delilah

I’m doing okay, thanks for asking. It’s been a while. I’ve been taking the subway every day to this pretty café; I wish we could both go there. Are you missing me like I am missing you? I look at the moon and think of you: cold, radiant, beautiful.

Can you FaceTime me tonight, please? I miss your cute little face. I got you a cute birthday card, has it arrived yet? I’m worried that you haven’t answered any of my texts, are you alright? Did something happen to you? To…us? I can’t stop thinking about you. it’s what you’ve done to me.

I still love you from the city tonight.

Delilah

Hey, it’s Delilah

It’s so lonely here in the city. You’re still a thousand miles away, telling your new girl she’s so pretty. As you should. As you did to me. I miss what we had together: it was so good. I know I shouldn’t be writing but you should know, every time I see your new posts, my heart just keeps on falling because you’re with her. It’s what you do to me. I miss the guy I knew you were: please don’t love her!

Getting by is pretty hard because every time I see your face in my mind (all the time), I hear the old guitar you played for me. That one song we sang together. Has worldly fame gone to your head? Is that why you’ve dumped me, because I remind you of your old life? Or is it my fault? I am sorry if I ever bothered you.

I saw your father on the street the other day, and spoke to him about you. He was so like you were back then, when we had each other. A thousand miles is pretty far, but nothing breaks my soul in half like watching you forget each part of us. My friends, they all make fun of me because they don’t know why I can’t move on, like you clearly have. And I can promise you, I won’t bother you again, because I know you’ll never love me as much as your new crush. Its what you do to me.

Treat her good and let her know she’s the one for you— like you did to me. Make sure she’ll never be alone, or else she’ll lose you, like I did. Guess losing you was my own fault. I should’ve reached out, I should’ve come over and seen you. But I was too busy building the life I wanted. So were you. But please, Sam, tell me why you never called! I’m broken, and I feel so small. Its what you do to me.

And I still love you from the city.

Delilah

Hey, its Delilah

I know I said I wouldn’t write again, but you leave me no choice. You alerted the authorities and changed your number and all your socials, just so I couldn’t talk to you anymore…WHY? Did I hurt you that bad? I don’t even know what I did, Sam, because you never took the time to tell me! They’ll take me away as soon as you receive this letter, but they won’t hurt me. It’s kinda hard to breathe now, when I think of you.

I know you got lonely, in that town you’re living in, and I know I wasn’t there for you. And she was. I could make excuses, but I don’t think you would listen to them, and anyway, it doesn’t matter now. Nothing matters now. This is what you’ve done to me. I guess what I really want to say is, do you need some help? Sam, your father was different this morning: he wouldn’t speak to me, and shoved me away from him. I think this is what you have become. Its so wrong, Sam.

I must have bothered you too much. The world is getting smaller every day: and you’re to blame. This is my last and final plea: love her more than you loved me. It’s kinda hard to breathe, writing these words. But is it best for both of us that I don’t bother you any more. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you.

I will love you from the city, Samson. Always. Its what you’ve done to me.

Delilah

Hey there Delilah,

I am so sorry. Why did you love me this much? I know we said we couldn’t live without each other, but I never thought of doing this! You said nothing matters now: but for me, something does matter, very much: YOU. Delilah, you meant so much to me. And yes, I can only see it now that she’s gone.

Delilah, she stole everything I have. I’m going to prison now, because of her…No, its because of me, of what I did to you. At one point I wished you would be happy with me: then I wished you would be happy with another guy. But now I only wish that you could have been happy. This headpiece, however, proves otherwise. I’m so sorry. Its what you’ve done to me.

My love, it was not your fault. I was striving after the world I wanted, instead of the one you needed. You needed me, as is apparent by the fact that you said you still loved me when you left me. It was all because of me, of what I did to you.

We’re so far apart now. But don’t worry about the distance: I’ll come to you eventually. The guitar I first played our song with lies broken at your feet, and I will live out my life broken by my many mistakes. From now on, though, my life is yours, Delilah. Its what you’ve done to me. The world is never going to be the same without you, and by the time I get through, you’ll know it’s all because of you.

Hey there Delilah, here’s to you.

I leave this letter by your grave, praying that, somehow, you’ll see what I’ve written, and forgive me.

I loved you, dear Delilah. Rest in peace.

Samson.