My Letters to Andy

One Last Look at Us.

When Goodbyes is another word for a One Hello.

Who would've thought that we could finally find in each other's life over a cup of coffee

After 20 long years. I felt like the future was kissing our forehead, telling us we could make it.

Talking to me like lovers do.

What do you say if we jump on the edge?
It doesn't matter where that solid ground is below.

Tell me more about your life after all these years.

Sharing every second with you makes me feel so alive.

Felt like I had risen above a long sleep.

We almost have it all, Didn't we?

Walking through the roads we used to love.

Seeing you smile at me like I am the best love you ever had.

Reliving the passion we have to let die. To make room for what is.

One last look at you. I know it would kill me the second time we waved our goodbyes.

Accepting that life will never be on our side.

That we are once in love. We met today to finally end things.

To give life, meaning, and purpose to our old pain.

To let each other live again.

So I can finally move on. Not to forget what we have shared.

Not to forget that this time ever came to us.

May our hearts remind us that we once loved.

That I have loved you. That I never let you go.

We just have to let our different lives lead us.
Even reasons are hard to find Why?

Even the Night couldn't hold things back for us. Maybe goodbyes are real the second time.

I don't want to hear the sound of us.

That One Last Look at Us. Like how the sunset would tell the world that The day is finally over.

I don't want us to be over. How our love can sometimes be so unkind.

That Time is cruel to us.

One last look at us. One last time you held my hand. Like it will never end. Like our love will truly last.

That our true love will always be there. No matter how many times we walk away from each other.

May the universe hear my heart cry when I waved you goodbye that night.

How I wish. Things were a little different. That I could do something to make things on our side.

When will this waiting end?

Until then the rain would stop?

Should there be something for us at the end of our rainbow?

When will I see you again?

Will I ever see you again?

When will your heart learn our love once again?

Will you find me in every place you can't see me?

Do you miss me at night how do the shooting stars miss our wishes?

I love you, Dear Andy.