To The Moon And Back

Dear Ambrose,

Ambrose.

I've always loved you since the day you tripped over a small stone and in front of me.

I love you every day.

Even last the end.

But I'm here now;

And I found you,

Ambrose, you had fallen asleep under a tree when I had arrived.

You cheesy fool.

I sat next to you silently.

Ambrose, your hands are clean;

They no longer have burn marks from the day you fixed my halo.

It makes me wonder if I could kiss you in my lungs would no longer feel like something was clawing at my throat and lungs.

It made me wonder if I could hold your hand in public and you would no longer get such dirty looks and words thrown at you.

Ambrose, you always make me wonder.

Of course I remember;

I remember every little detail about you.

How rough your skin used to be down to how much taller you are.

I would sit on your legs until you lost the feeling in them and had to let me sit on your lap.

You stubborn demon.

But the one thing I can't remember is how your lips felt.

You never let me kissed you when you saw it hurt me so badly.

You finally woke up and let me sit in your lap without complaint.

I cried, hit you your chest, scolded you;

I missed you so, fucking, much.

Ambrose, you cried for a moment and you let me wipe your tears away.

They didn't burn my fingers.

You let me kiss you and it didn't make my lungs ache.

I love this feeling.

"Do you want to see everywhere else?"

You had begun to run your fingers through my hair like the very last time.

But you're breathing so calmly.

"No," I say, "this is fine."

You nod gently and you let me sit on your lap.

You let your fingers run down my back and up my spine to make me shiver.

You press soft kisses on my face and lips.

"And Ambrose," I speak again, "you're not allowed to ever leave my sight again."

I watch you nod and you continue to rub my back.

"I love you Liam, you the moon and back."

Ambrose, thank you.