Quynn,
I can't believe it's been a year now.
I don't see you in my dreams anymore. And if it weren't for the picture of you I carry in my wallet, I'm scared I'll forget your face.
I love you. By God, I love you. But not seeing you for so long is killing me, and I can't fight my memory.
So every day, I go through all the things I love about you.
Like the way your nose crinkles when you smile. Or how your eyes always shine like you're on the verge of crying but you're just really excited about life.
I think about the way your hair felt so soft beneath my fingertips. And about the sound of your voice when you're ready to fall asleep.
I keep replaying you calling me cute boy, followed by that cute little laugh of yours.
If I knew then that I'd be kissing you for the last time, I would've imprinted the feeling of your lips against my own.
I wish I could've enjoyed everything more. I wish I knew.
And right now, I'm wishing I was drunk too.
Love,
Mute.
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All I Want #1.5 : Words Left Behind
PoetryThis is a short collection of poems and love letters written by Quynn and Mute after their breakup as they try to make sense of it all. It can be read as a standalone, or after completing All I Want #1 to get better context.
