I’ve saved our letters,
They’re in a box in my closet.

Nothing screams pain more than old words.
Words that meant the world in that moment,
But over time,
Entered into a downward spiral.

I loved how you curled your Y’s,
And oh-so confidently striked through your A’s.
That .38 pen fit you too well.

The floral stamps reminded me of a crowded garden,
One filled with bees, butterflies, and even grasshoppers.
You got those at the Art Museum, I just know it.

An asymmetrical heart sealed the letter,
Instantly ripped in half by my eagerness to read your words.
Did you kiss the heart where the envelope seals, just like I do?

Before flooding myself with your paragraphs,
I delicately brought the parchment to my nose.
Ambrosial, particles of your aroma trapped into the air of the envelope, spread on the parchment.

I am grateful for our endearments that are captured on paper.
No time for reliving, only reminicinsing.

Thank you. So so much.
You will never know how important it was to me.

you treat me so well
in case you can’t tell

you are the sun to a flower
an elevator to a tower
an umbrella during a shower
a symphony of bells on the hour

your thoughtful actions brings me pleasure
with love like this, it’s kisses we can measure

sunday’s
oh how you destroy my sanity
please leave me alone, let me be

sunday’s
religiously, i should be in love with you
but i can’t, you have me stuck feeling blue

sunday’s
the to-do list continuously grows
you are the worst, and everybody knows

You’re dragging me across the start line,
While I stop to drag you too.

Accountability. Or something like that.

I adore how we romanticize,
Every little thing is a date in disguise.
But it’s our own type of date;
We make the rules and then the spontaneity takes over.
It’s like doing a puzzle without the box,
You know it’s a painting of flowers,
But you’re not quite sure how it all fits.
And secretly, a piece of the puzzle is on the loose.

You just don’t realize how bad you need that missing puzzle piece.
I mean, ****, you don’t even realize it’s missing in the first place.

I digress.

It doesn’t take much to be entertained;
We create beauty through the broken.
Maybe it’s because we’re experienced,
We’ve traveled long, brutal roads to get to where we are now.
Or maybe it’s because we’ve been raised on the ideas of taking advantage of every opportunity,
And keeping a positive attitude through and through.

Or maybe it’s the 2-wing-3 ****. ****.

If our love were put into words, it might contain the following:
A kiss on the forehead,
A song shared through Spotify,
A tight hug before parting ways,
A listen to Familiarity, specifically minute six,
A walk through Beaucatcher Road while picking up trash,
A long scratch on the back,
A discussion about aquarius friends,
An unwarranted FaceTime call,
A warm cuddle puddle,
A beautifully crafted literary story,
A trip to Trader Joe’s,
A grab of the clothing,
A drive to Taco Bell,
An aquarius,
A gemini,
A tangle of arms,
A striped shirt or two,
Two pairs of Blundstone’s,
A peach Bootlegger,
A heart-to-heart on how to inhale,
A migraine,
An 11 A.M. move-in appointment,
A conversation about Gigi,
A set of laced fingers connected by a sweaty palm and a dry palm.

But words don’t do justice,
And you know it more than I do.

But sometimes words can be handy dandy.
With words,
I can say that the puzzle piece happens to be under the kitchen rug near the table,
And it goes near the top right corner,
Next to the mini hydrangea.

You found the missing piece.
What you needed all along
Was right under your belt,
Unknowingly.

And just like that,
The puzzle is complete.

And it’s beautiful, to say the least.
Or so it has to be,
It’s a painting of flowers!

I love you forever,
More than you know,
And more than you’ll ever know.

Smooches!