10/3/15
dear brianne,
today i visited your grave.
i brought you my letters and also a bouquet of peonies because they were your favourite.
i talked to you. people were staring at me but i didn't care because i love you so much.
we talked about how on this very day we met each other at grade 9 at 14 years old. you moved here to sydney from perth. you were the most beautiful girl in grade 9
i remember how on your first day we were both partnered in algebra and i couldn't give two shits what was happening because i was staring at your face and daydreaming about our future together.
we soon became best friends and we still are.
i remember how everybody made fun of me one time because i didn't have my first kiss yet. you then told everyone to shut the fuck up and you grabbed my face and pressed your lips against mine. your lips tasted like blueberries, not the real kinds but the artificial kinds, you know the ones from lip balms?
i was so confident and grabbed your butt. you had a nice round firm butt. that made me the happiest guy ever.
whenever we talked i had butterflies in my stomach.
even now that i'm talking to your grave, i still have butterflies.
i still love you brianne.
love,
michael
