Promise me that you’ll carry our love in your pocket wherever you go. And promise me, you’ll never forget the love that we had. Because when the world seems dark and clouds fill the blue sky, our love still shines through. It always has. And it always will.
I’ll say goodbye in silence, each tear running down my face like a promise of my love.
He is nonexistent here, only alive in my memory.
And I want to keep him there.
Traveling cured my writer’s block. Meeting you fueled me with the perspectives that I have never thought of.
If only this was a story written in words and not real life; if only I could state how my eyes locked back the tears every time they blinked looking at you; if only I could put down the warmth of my hands every time they were wrapped around yours.
If we could have gotten over the wounded egos and the bruised pride in order to face the issue head on that we were scared. Because it happened so fast that it made it seem like this was going to fizzle just as quickly.
Thank you for showing me how I shouldn’t be treated.
“Do not cry when you enter her. Do not show anger when you bite her neck. Be tender when you hold her down. Be sweet when you turn her over. Remember every second of her.”
I hope you know I’ll never regret you. I’ll never look back on my life and close my eyes to our memories. I will never wish you didn’t exist. You were my first love, and quite possibly the love of my life. You were everything to me once. And so, you will be something to me always.
We’ve since graduated and returned to new and old homes. Our lives have continued without us holding the same town as common denominator in our friendship. To my college friends who now live across the world: I miss you.