Dear August,
Did you know that it's 380 days since we last saw each other? Since we last were in the same room together? Since we last hugged? It's a strange feeling. I forgot what it felt like to be in your arms, yet I long for that feeling so much. I long for a feeling I've forgotten.
You were quite busy today, with your aunts birthday and going thrifting. You still updated me, and texted me throughout the day, even when I told you to spend time with your cousins. I also forgot to mention, my interview didn't happen. The manager said she would call me back on a day she was available. Now I gotta play the waiting game. I hate waiting. I am awfully good at waiting, but that doesn't mean I enjoy it.
I was on my phone all day, while my parents went out of town. I watched a couple episodes of some shows and a movie to let time pass. When you finally got home, you were able to squeeze in a slot so we could call. It was a short one, but I didn't mind.
You were playing a game with your little cousin, who was adorable by the way. I talked about my day while you played and responded. I got to see your smile again. Your precious smile that I love so much. I found myself fawning over you smiling and giggling over your game with your little cousin. I started to giggle uncontrollably realizing how deeply I'm falling for you. The way my heart melts when I see you happy. You apologized for not saying much on the call but I laughed and said I didn't mind. I would've told you it was because I was too busy admiring you to care.
I find myself sighing after our calls. Maybe it's because I dread having to wait to hear your soothing voice again. Maybe it's because your calls are the only kind of social interaction I've had lately.
Maybe it's because I'm so foolishly in love with you.
Always,
Ilaria
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Dear August
Poetry"There is something so poetic about silence. Maybe it's because we think we understand it." ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ tw // suicidal thoughts, depression, mature language
