Evidently I am writing to you again and hoping you will
Never receive this letter, but
Something that is also very apparent is that I have a hard time
Keeping to myself the words that pour from me, and do you want to
Know why? Because, I have lost too many people and have witnessed people
Lose loved ones- last words are crucial, so I make a point to speak my
Mind as soon as the words come to mind; because no one knows when
Someone's last breathe will be.
I want the people I love to know that I love them.
I want you to know that I loved you and still do, and will continue to as long
As I live.
You were my first and you gave me so much more than anything physical could attest to.
My first nervous text
My first heart shaped pizza
My first meal cooked together (sorta)
My first valentine's day celebrated right
My first hammock kiss
My first walk in the river fiasco
My first period guide
My first, "you get to meet my whole family, are you ready?"
My first realization that, "wow, he truly loves me."

I know what you are thinking. These things are pretty ordinary, and
Somewhat lame; but I loved this boy with every bone in my body and
I will write about it until it goes out of style because I have not experienced
Anything like it since, and I am starting to believe that is why it's called
Magic.