I sat on the floor the other day, reading our letters. I'm keeping the book you made me, and all of our memories. I remember how it felt to lay next to you on our blanket, the sun shining as we had a picnic. I remember the first time I kissed you, slow and right and soft. I remember being in love. All of the rainy days are washed away by the glow you had on your cheeks when I kissed you in the rain. All of the pain is healed when I remember how happy you were when I said I could come camping, and how we got to sleep together. I'll always keep the good you in my memories, and I hope you keep me too.
YOU ARE READING
For Her.
PoesiaWords I should've said but never did, words I'm saying now after the fact.
