Welcome to this poorly made book.
It's nice to have you here; reading this.
It's kind of weird if I am going to be honest.
Everything in this so called, "book," is all mashed up. So therefore nothing is in the order. Some of these I've recently written and others are quite old.
There are a lot of things in here that may hurt your feelings but I am hoping that my writing will make you happy too. But one can only hope, right?
I'm not sure what to write here, so pardon my rambling. I'm just trying to make something that you can read to remember me.
I put up warnings in some of the chapters...to warn you. Not sure what else they would be there for. I'm trying to make this book extra long so you don't finish it in one day. Maybe I'll make it really long and I'll make you wait until Valentine's Day. You'd probably kill me and we already agreed on Christmas.
Some of these chapters have a lot of emotion and dedication. Some of them were written in the heat of the moment. Some were written out of love and others out of hate. I hope we are still talking when you read this. Try not to take every word to heart, I know you have a habit of doing that.
I know I'm an asshole, I know you deserve so much better.
Optimistically we will one day meet..but for now you're out of reach and out of touch.
I have written paragraphs and novels trying to make sense of how much you really mean to me. Which by the way is: SO FUCKING MUCH. I try to tell you as much as I can, for as long as I can.
I'm not trying to be some sappy romantic or something straight out of a cliché love story..I'm just trying to make you feel loved and appreciated and needed. Not too shabby for amateur, huh?
I know that in the end I'll probably just be a page, or maybe even a chapter in your book. Even if that's the case, I hope I'll be one you go back and read often. And as you run your fingers over our words,
I hope you smile.
These are our words; they may be the only thing we have in twenty years left of each other. I'm not sure what the future holds, but hopefully it's something that rewards both of us. Maybe not together, but apart.
Please take care of yourself. Be happy.
YOU ARE READING
for you
PoetryI wrote this for you: just the words. I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and for you only. Everyone else who reads it, doesn't get it. They may think they get it, but they don't.
