For Emily
I've decided my latest project is to write something personal to someone I know, who may or may not ever see it. It may be something I may not ever show the person, or the person might read it right here. But, I'm going to write as many as possible in the next couple of days. Please comment so I know you're there.
Emily
I don't know what to think of you. I haven't spent enough time around you to understand you. I don't know your hopes, fears, or dreams. I don't know the first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning. I don't know the last thing you think of before you go to bed at night. I don't know if you think of me. I don't know if you know I think of you. What's important is that you rarely leave my mind these days.
I know that dash of freckles across your face by heart. The exact shade of your hair. What I can't get past are those eyes. I can't read them. I can't tell if you care about me; if you're just leading me on. Do you know what you do to me? I don't mean to talk mindlessly around you. I know you don't care about marching band or my favorite TV shows. What I really want to tell you, is that just you being there got me out of one of the biggest lows I've ever hit. Whether you know it or not, you got me over her. And that is the kindest thing anyone could have ever done for me.
Thank you Emily the cellist, Emily the diver, Emily the listener. No matter what happens next, thank you.
Dylan
Emily
I don't know what to think of you. I haven't spent enough time around you to understand you. I don't know your hopes, fears, or dreams. I don't know the first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning. I don't know the last thing you think of before you go to bed at night. I don't know if you think of me. I don't know if you know I think of you. What's important is that you rarely leave my mind these days.
I know that dash of freckles across your face by heart. The exact shade of your hair. What I can't get past are those eyes. I can't read them. I can't tell if you care about me; if you're just leading me on. Do you know what you do to me? I don't mean to talk mindlessly around you. I know you don't care about marching band or my favorite TV shows. What I really want to tell you, is that just you being there got me out of one of the biggest lows I've ever hit. Whether you know it or not, you got me over her. And that is the kindest thing anyone could have ever done for me.
Thank you Emily the cellist, Emily the diver, Emily the listener. No matter what happens next, thank you.
Dylan