I loved you from the very first time I saw you run ,
we were kids, but I loved you. You watched every single stage of my life. I felt embarrassed to kiss you, to hug you like I’d known freedom for the first time, so I kept it inside. I held it in until you finally saw me. I was sixteen then, but I’d loved you since I was six.

Your hand on my skin felt like a land I had visited before because it was true. You helped me, but always as a sister. When you finally saw me the way I’d wished, you let it go so easily, and it broke my heart. How am I supposed to let you in again when you hold the keys to my happiness? When your eyes make me believe in a million universes? When I see you with wet hair I imagine the sky smiling because I get to call you mine.

But I guess toutes les relations ne sont pas faites pour durer. So I’m letting you go. I will always hold a space for you in my heart, because through you I learned what love could look like. I’m glad I learned it with you.

Je t’aime pour toujours et à jamais.