Letters

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Dear X,

I regret that I was not kinder. That is all.

I wish that I had told you how much you meant to me more often.

You were my earth, my moon and stars.

I wish I had reminded you of it everyday. I wish I'd told you how much I loved you.

But sometimes, you forgot to be kind when you think you have forever.

But we didn't, and now, all I want you to know is how much you meant to me.

Being with you was remembering that I am alive.

I knew I was, because I woke up everyday, but the days you were around... Were different.

The days with you just seemed... Slower... You know?

You feel like the moments going to last forever,
So you look up, and notice the beauty in everything for the first time.

From the speckles of dust glistening in sunbeams to the sound of the wind whistling through dancing trees.

The world is filled with beauty. Magic.

And you were the one that dared me to look.

And all I regret, is not telling you that I loved you enough.

I miss you.

Some people are artists.

Some people are art.

But, my god,

You, were both.

From,
The Short Girl