I think of you very often, and I am not just saying this for poetic weight, but because it's true.
Before we used to talk all the time. Our conversations were sweet and simple, but always honest. But in my head we had deep conversations life and death, literature after school future conversations. In my head we were inseparable.
Later we started to drift. Because you were apart of the past I was trying so hard to forget. But now you and I are present tense, we are now. Though it is still the same sweet simple honest conversations with inside jokes minimal flirting, still the conversations are bigger in my head.
I asked you the last time we talked where you'd spend the next four years of your life.
That was 12 days ago. I wait in anticipation
13 days
I fear you won't tell me because you don't think you've gotten into the brainiac homeland.
14 days
Truthfully I'm hoping you don't because then we'll be together for the first time in long time.
15 days
I get up every morning and I check to see if my answer is there.
16 days
I think I've got a problem, counting the days you've been gone.
17
But the thing is I'm pretty sure
18
I mean, It's always been you
19
Almost completely sure
20
I'm in love with you.
Sincerely,
The girl whose still waiting
P.S.
Twenty-One
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De TodoI will try to write a letter every month. Each letter about something different addressed to someone different, and signed by a different part of me. Some will be heartfelt and uplifting, others snarky and sarcastic. Some sad and others mad. There...
