Happy thoughts...
Hey you,
Where do I begin? The last lingering effects of our time together is finally sinking in. I'm alone right now, as I will be for quite some time, but I don't mind. This, right here, this is a letter for you to read. For it was here that I hardly did you justice in my quiet contemplation before I crawl into bed. It was here that you never read what was on my mind.
This is for you, for all the hardships we've faced over the summer, for the laughs and the pained expressions we saw in eachother's souls. This is for the complicated nature of our relationship, though it was always easy for me to be with you. This is for singing at the top of our lungs in your car and never riding in my deathtrap. This is for the cups of coffee that I drank at your expense, even though I loved every minute of it. This is for repeated nights of doing absolutely nothing. This is for me finally watching "Spot-shining-eternally-on-my-sunless-mind" with you and liking it. This is for ending the summer on a good note with me sending you back to school with a smile on my face.
But most of all...
This is for us. For the night that I'll never forget. For our kisses and warm embrace. For knowing, finally, that that's how it's supposed to feel. For the way I loved brushing the hair of your face and how my fingers interlocked with yours. For the way my hands felt wrapped around your waist and how your perfect body felt against mine. For my heart that was beating out of rhythm and how it would have surely brought me death if only, if only you weren't there to make it worthwhile. This is for sprinklers and you knowing why it matters. This is for "Hitch" because I don't remember a single damn thing about that movie...but I'll always remember you.
This is for you. You amazing woman. This is for all that you are and all that I know you can be. This is to make up for all the harsh words I wrote here, for all the things I said that I knew hurt you. This is for your pain, for me understanding it. This is for your voice that gives me goosebumps when you sing, the same one that I love to hear when it's filled with laughter. This is for the fact that I didn't know you wore contacts for the longest time. This is for TMJ and whatever the hell that is..."Too Much Juice." This is for my crush on your parents, not just on your mom anymore. This is for the phone calls that brought me peace.
This is for me being OK.
This is for the love.
And you know, always, that E.H.Y.
Always.
Where do I begin? The last lingering effects of our time together is finally sinking in. I'm alone right now, as I will be for quite some time, but I don't mind. This, right here, this is a letter for you to read. For it was here that I hardly did you justice in my quiet contemplation before I crawl into bed. It was here that you never read what was on my mind.
This is for you, for all the hardships we've faced over the summer, for the laughs and the pained expressions we saw in eachother's souls. This is for the complicated nature of our relationship, though it was always easy for me to be with you. This is for singing at the top of our lungs in your car and never riding in my deathtrap. This is for the cups of coffee that I drank at your expense, even though I loved every minute of it. This is for repeated nights of doing absolutely nothing. This is for me finally watching "Spot-shining-eternally-on-my-sunless-mind" with you and liking it. This is for ending the summer on a good note with me sending you back to school with a smile on my face.
But most of all...
This is for us. For the night that I'll never forget. For our kisses and warm embrace. For knowing, finally, that that's how it's supposed to feel. For the way I loved brushing the hair of your face and how my fingers interlocked with yours. For the way my hands felt wrapped around your waist and how your perfect body felt against mine. For my heart that was beating out of rhythm and how it would have surely brought me death if only, if only you weren't there to make it worthwhile. This is for sprinklers and you knowing why it matters. This is for "Hitch" because I don't remember a single damn thing about that movie...but I'll always remember you.
This is for you. You amazing woman. This is for all that you are and all that I know you can be. This is to make up for all the harsh words I wrote here, for all the things I said that I knew hurt you. This is for your pain, for me understanding it. This is for your voice that gives me goosebumps when you sing, the same one that I love to hear when it's filled with laughter. This is for the fact that I didn't know you wore contacts for the longest time. This is for TMJ and whatever the hell that is..."Too Much Juice." This is for my crush on your parents, not just on your mom anymore. This is for the phone calls that brought me peace.
This is for me being OK.
This is for the love.
And you know, always, that E.H.Y.
Always.