I used to write you everyday. You begged me to. So even when I had nothing to say, I'd write you to tell you I did nothing that day. That was enough for you. It was enough for us. We fell even more in love through words, and I wonder if that is why I still wake up with you fresh on my mind some days. I don't dream of you like I used to. Lately I dream of your friendship. Valuable to me as our relationship was, comfortable in your presence just as I was.
I truly fell in love with poetry around the same time I fell in love with you.