my most prized possession,
is a tiny blue book,
filled with secrets
and childish laughter.
keep it,
she told me,
keep it safe.
and, of course,
i listened.
because who was i
to deny such a simple request?
my most prized possession,
is a pen that's almost run out of ink,
from having suffered through
too many ideas and too many rewrites.
a gift,
she said.
a gift to you.
and i was honoured,
that someone like her
would notice someone like
me.
my most prized possession,
are the memories we shared,
on that day,
on that oh so beautiful day.
when she whispered
i love you
into my ears,
and i said it right back.
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dedicated to: loveIettrs
