a letter to the boy with the beautiful name that i can't seem to remember
by adrianaa
to my favorite infatuation,
you told me that i was holding on like it was my lifeblood.
i said you weren't wrong.
right before i left, scared of what might happen next,
you told me that my voice gave me away.
that there was a certain naivety to it.
i hadn't yet been tarnished by the harshness of the world,
and that's what you thought was most beautiful about me.
i will never forget your words.
with love,
the stranger you said was perfect