Letter To Soul

12/31/15

Dear Him,

I don't want to say goodbye to the memories.
I don't want time to pass more than it already has.
Because my days with you, were the best so far.
And because you, you are my only untouched wish.

Love,
Her

She hadn't thought of him in weeks or maybe more, but as she felt the time blowing through her hair, HS had returned to her mind.
This time it wasn't in a fond or horrid light, it was like a memory.

And after she had noticed the time passing and the event turning to memories, she felt scared.
She felt terrified and panicked, like a hermit crab ripped from her safe shell.

The past times of laughter and hate and other had never been memories to her, the oldest seemed like stories and the newest seemed current.
She knew the time was coming when she would have to let the black and white photos fall away.
When she must let the thoughts of "Could've" or "Maybe" die away.

But she was not ready to leave the boy behind, the one full of possibility and unknown secrets.
The boy with an open grin but a soul so claustrophobically locked in society's grip.

And as she tried to come to terms with reality's firm hand on her moments transition into memories, slowly quickening their departure, she fought the truth.
She argued the feeling as it echoed through her heart. The idea thundering down the hallways of her heart.
She had only ever wanted to help him.

She only wanted to set him free.