Dear You,
     It has been almost a month since you whispered the words "I don't love you anymore." I am not here to write you about that night. I know that what happened will stay in stone forever. The reason I write to you is to remember the things before.
     On the days I feel like I cannot go on anymore I try to remember the good times. Do you remember that night we stopped at the fields? I guess we stopped there a lot. The one I remember the most is when you were my spider-man, and climbed up the big fence. I was freezing, but at that moment my insides warmed to a fever of love for you. We ran through the snow like children.
     What about that day we were all alone. You know we made love all day, then lied in eachother's arms, fully exposed. You may not know this, but at that moment of dull lighting and sweaty bodies is when I released myself to you, committing my all.
     I love to think about how we were. We laughed. I was my happiest when I was with you. I loved snuggling into your side. I knew I was safe under your grip. It is scary to know I will never have that sense of safety again. We weren't just lovers, but friends. Although, we did it backwards. We fell in love first, before we learned favorite colors and foods. I find that special.
     I will not get into detail, but I also love the way we made love. Slow, then all at once. I somehow always shook when I saw your cut body in the moonlight. Sharing the air with you was the greatest breath I drew in. I still sometimes feel your hands exploring my slender sides. Do you remember the things we did? The love shared between sheets and leather seats.
     I will not make you sit here and read all the great things I think about. I just wanted to remind you of the laughs and kisses, and maybe, just maybe you will miss the little girl you left alone.
         Love Always,
             Your Baby Girl (F&A; 122313)

you're
still so
beautiful