Why is is that when the door creaks open, it sounds like your “I love you’s”? Or why is that when i stand in front of a mirror, your reflection shows behind me—grabbing at my waist? They told me wanting you was too difficult, but i never told myself it was impossible.

I cant let you just become a fading regret pushed to the backseat of my future. I want you to sit beside me, cradling my hand in yours with the softest of touches, watching the stars pass ever so slowly. The headlights reflecting off your eyes and bouncing back out to the ground of the Earth. The moonlight shimmering down from the balcony of space to grace your lips and kiss them goodbye. Twenty years from now, I don't want to think about how much happier i could have been. I want to think about how much happier i am.

I see you now. You don't even try to impress me. You don't have to try to impress me. Everything about you is thought provoking. You make me feel like when i say or do something, it actually has a relevance or purpose to someone else.

Do I wonder, often? Yes. I wonder about what goes through your mind. I hope that you don't feel as guilty as i do. If you ever did, I wish you'd tell me for your own sake. Guilt eats away and leaves beautiful people ugly and misshapen. You don't deserve to lose the ember you inflame. No one deserves to see you lose that flame.