Leaving today, I ransacked my belongings to pick things I will bring with me, and there, I saw your letter. It put a smile on my face as I remembered the things I love about you. And so, even though I'm already 6 years late, I decided to write you a reply...
June 3, 2022
Dear Dennis,
I love the way your eyes squint while reading books.
How gentle your fingers are as you flip over the pages,
And how that misty glasses of yours reflect the sunlight,
As you sat there on the bench, the park where we used to play back when we were kids.
I've always adored your profile, you looked so at peace.
I love the way your forehead crinkle.
As you listen to my endless nonsensical rants,
Gave opinions while giving a light pat behind my back,
And shouted profanities towards the world with me,
Banding together, we judged the unfairness of fate.
You were always there to spoil me.
I always love to hear the sound of your voice.
How you laugh non-stop before you can even tell me the joke,
Informing me things I didn't even wanna know,
The expression you make after I crumple your face to wipe off your grin,
It was my favorite look as to date.
I'll never get tired laughing at your humor.
I love everything you gave me.
When the teacher told us to write letters to our friends,
Despite being on different classes, I also received one from you,
That book you gave me on my 14th birthday,
Though torn and stained, it can still be found on our bookshelf.
I actually did love the content. I read it more than ten times.
I always love listing your amusing behavior.
The way you treat animals as if they're babies,
Your habit of clicking your tongue when you're bored,
How you took photos of the bright blue sky that one summer,
And how you enjoyed the warm breeze in those rainy days.
I listed them on my mind, and forever in my heart I will treasure.
I love the way you took care of me.
When my slippers snapped, and you lend me yours to wear,
You walked barefoot on that heated road,
And when no asked me to dance on the day of our prom,
You came from the farthest table and held my hand.
It was a romantic music yet we rocked and rolled into the night.
I love the day when I saw you cry.
You were always so tough and optimistic,
Yet that day, the wall you made crumbled before me,
And you finally showed me your tears,
It pained me to see you that way.
Yet I was happy. Happy that you trusted me enough to show how fragile you can also be.
I love every memories I have with you.
When we fed that sick, chained dog and spent half our day with it...
When we slipped together on that puddle full of moss, wondering how we even got there in the first place...
When you got mad at me for making fun of that transferee...
When I got mad at you, for losing my half my marbles...
When we walked for hours and talked about every topic we could ever think of...
And when we sang that song in the rain the last time we were together...
The time we spent together was irreplaceable.
It was a moment in my life that I'll forever be grateful for, and I promise to remember it all while I'm still here.
I love you for your kindness,
I love you for your empathy,
I love you for your flaws,
I love you for being there with me,
I love you so so much for your whole existence... and I thank you for hanging on for this long.
The only one I hate, is myself.
Because on March 31st, 2016th...
Had I read your message before I went to sleep, I wonder, would you still be here with me?
