Dear Peach
I can’t help but feel like the child above the trees waiting for his crush to walk by so he can drop down and pretend like he just happened to be going in the same direction. I know I’m adding to the pile, but I want to make my feelings clear. I enjoy you and I want to know more about you. The fire in me begs to be fed by your voice, the smoke collecting in the ceiling thirsting for your time as it slowly dribbles out of the cracks, the smoldering pile afterward needing to be restoked and restored. Every day a reminder. A moment where I look at some other woman and am reminded of you. Blonde hair, blue eyes, short but not too short. I’d sign the pages I write with hints of things that are only me. A panel from the FLCL manga. A petal from my favorite shade of rose. The tab from a vanilla cola, still cold from the fridge. I can’t sum us up, the equation stands to be missing but it really isn’t. I know we need time. Where we need it to be apart. This is to tell you; you are worth it. Worth the sadness. Worth knowing someone else wants you, and that they may have you.
But I’m not going anywhere.
And I don’t want to.
From
Empty