Letter for the one I love

For the one I love.
I wish you the best
I hope you live happily
I hope that you don’t regret our last conversation
I hope you don’t forget all the time we spent together
I hope you don’t forget the moments alone
I hope you don’t forget our friends
I hope you don’t forget our text messages
I hope you don’t forget our moments in the library
The town library
The town hall
The stage
The dressing room conversations
The secret moments
The times we’ve almost moved forward
The times we made fun of each other
The music we listened to
The time in the art room
The dance parties
The proms
The dances
The holidays
The trip
New York
Maine
The escape room
The times you spent with my dog
The brownies I made
The streak
All the food
All the drinks
The Haunted house events
The zoo
The one act festival
The bus rides
Our cold hands against each other
This page
And everything else…
The millions of questions
Millions of conversations
The green up days
Every single thing we’ve done
The time I told you I’d marry you…
(You were the one to tell me about that)
15 years of memories
This is my last post on here for a while
Could be my very last
Depending on what happens
But I wanted to let you know
I loved you
There’s no good way to express it
The way that you were bout your beliefs
Never letting anything or anyone shake you
The stupid amount of pressure you put on yourself
Always taking on leadership roles
Always doing things that challenge you
The way that you try to distract yourself from life
The stories you write in your poems and short stories
Those gorgeous eyes
Your black hair
Your passion for the bears (football team)
Your obsession with turtles
The way you look at someone when you want them to pay attention
Or to comfort you
Or embrace you
Or kiss you
Those puppy dog eyes
The way you part you lips
The way you pout
You’re secretive without trying to hide it
The way you beat around the bush when asked embarrassing questions
The way you look at me when I’m being stupid
The way you grab onto me when I pick you up
The way you sit in the window
When you purposefully choose to sit in the smallest spaces
How gentle you are about being mean at certain times
And the abuse you showed my shoes when I pushed my luck a bit too much😂
Those books you always read
The painting you take pride in
The times you drew on me
I loved it all.
I hope you read this but feel nothing
Cause it’s too late to talk again…
I’ll be gone for a while and idk when I’ll be back…
If I survive then a couple months to a year or two.