Leaving You Behind

a letter of loss.

a letter of loss.

My dearest Carson,

   I am afraid that you will take this the wrong way. I am shaking and scared and only thinking of you. When we were twelve years old, you fought me over a basketball, knocking me on my ass, dislocating my shoulder. And when we were fifthteen, around Chrismas time, we secretly kissed under a mistletoe I hung in the basement. And now, I am remembering all of that.

   I would like you to know that I love you. I love the way your hair practically glows in the daylight and that stupidly cute expression on your face when you accomplish something small. You scare alot of people, you know? You have that 'bad boy' image that scares people away, but that didn't scare me.

   I love your stupid image. I love your unhealthy obsession with jelly beans. I love your old vinyl collection and your button up t-shirts. I don't know, I just love you.

   I have to say I'm sorry and I hope you'll understand why I've done what I did. You are more than me, so please, please, please don't let this hold you back.

Your's always,
Chandler.