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Jul 2015
Dear Anonymous,
There is a slim to none chance that you will ever actually read this. This is simply a way for me to clear my head of all thoughts of you. Things I wish to say but never will.
I do not want to sound foolish but I almost believe that fate brought us together. I never would have thought that in my travels I would meet an incredible person such as yourself. Since the day I met you, I was drawn to you like moths to light. Besides the fact that you are quite handsome, you have a mind so beautiful and untamed. Although I know I did not love you in the fragment of time that we spent together,  I realized there are many things about you that I can recall I do love.
I love the way you spoke. I sat with you for hours and just listened while you spoke passionately about a time in history or a philosophy or  anything in between. With you, a conversation was never boring. I am still in awe as to how intelligent you are. I did not want to miss a word you said.
I love the way you made me feel. I remember how my stomach would turn upside down when I ran into you everyday on my walk to and from campus. I love the way my heart would race whenever a mischevious smirk appeared on your face.
I love how you let me be myself. You laughed at my dumb jokes but did not make me feel silly for them. I love the way you laughed. I loved when your lips crashed into mine and made my whole body feel like spaghetti. I love how your fingers felt wrapped around mine while we walked through the busy streets of the city. I love how you made me feel safe.
Most importantly of all, I love how you wanted me as much as I wanted you. Then before we knew it, we had to say goodbye. It was as if I was awakened from a long dream and returned to reality. You could say that what we had was contemporary. It occured in what was then the present, and too complex to be depict by others. Thank you for all the memories we've shared.
                                                            See you again someday,
                                                        ­                            Me.
Ruth Willis
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     Daydream Believer
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