Letter #2 - The Last Person You Kissed
The prompts: Your Best Friend; Your Crush; Your Parents; Your Sibling (or closest relative); Your Dreams; A Stranger; Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush; Your Favorite Internet Friend; Someone You Wish You Could Meet; Someone You Don't Talk to as Much as You'd Like to; A Deceased Person You Wish You Could Talk To; The Person You Hate the Most/Caused You a Lot of Pain; Someone You Wish Could Forgive You; The Person You Miss the Most; Someone You've Drifted Away From; Someone That's Not in Your State/Country; Someone From Your Childhood; The Person That You Wish You Could Be; Someone That Pesters Your Mind - Good or Bad; The One That Broke Your Heart the Hardest; Someone You Judged by Their First Impression; Someone You Want to Give a Second Chance to; The Last Person You Kissed; The Person That Gave You Your Favorite Memory; The Person You Know That is Going Through the Worst of Times; The Last Person You Made a Pinkie Promise to; The Friendliest Person You Knew For a Day; Someone That Changed Your Life; The Person That You Want to Tell Everything to, But Too Afraid to; Your Reflection in the Mirror.
Dear My Darling Boy,
You've been with me through the good and the bad. I remember when I first met you; it was fifteen years ago and we were at Edmonds Beach. I think it was one of the last times we had our annual Spring Solstice picnic. You were with your sister, and even then I knew that she was going to be a hellion. But the both of you were so cute together, and when I first set eyes on you I knew then that you'd be a lifelong friend.
You were with me through the high school years, and you were always there to comfort me and nudge me through numerous tears shed. You waited patiently and always greeted me on those infrequent visits back home during college. I always regretted the fact that I wasn't home as much as I should have been those five years. I spent a year away from you in Japan, but I always looked forwards to conversations with home so that I could hear about you.
My dad likes to think of you as his, but from the beginning I knew you were mine. We always have had a special connection, you and I. There were days when the two of us would just sit together side-by-side and enjoy each others company. I don't think I will ever be able to find another you. I mean, since moving home without fail every morning you come into my room to cuddle for a couple hours and make sure I don't sleep in too late. You are always begging for attention, and you know that all of us can't resist you.
It hurts that you're getting older, fifteen years is along time and that's in human years. You're an old man in cat years. But all I know is that it's going to take a superbly, fantasmic human being to replace the huge chuck that you have of my heart. So good luck, men. My furry black ball of fur is thus far the love of my life and I'm proud to announce that fact. I am so proud to call you, my boy. Thank you for all those years of sitting by my side and cheering me up. Here's to many more (unlikely, but let me hold on to this belief).
All the love in the world, Kiana
Dear My Darling Boy,
You've been with me through the good and the bad. I remember when I first met you; it was fifteen years ago and we were at Edmonds Beach. I think it was one of the last times we had our annual Spring Solstice picnic. You were with your sister, and even then I knew that she was going to be a hellion. But the both of you were so cute together, and when I first set eyes on you I knew then that you'd be a lifelong friend.
You were with me through the high school years, and you were always there to comfort me and nudge me through numerous tears shed. You waited patiently and always greeted me on those infrequent visits back home during college. I always regretted the fact that I wasn't home as much as I should have been those five years. I spent a year away from you in Japan, but I always looked forwards to conversations with home so that I could hear about you.
My dad likes to think of you as his, but from the beginning I knew you were mine. We always have had a special connection, you and I. There were days when the two of us would just sit together side-by-side and enjoy each others company. I don't think I will ever be able to find another you. I mean, since moving home without fail every morning you come into my room to cuddle for a couple hours and make sure I don't sleep in too late. You are always begging for attention, and you know that all of us can't resist you.
It hurts that you're getting older, fifteen years is along time and that's in human years. You're an old man in cat years. But all I know is that it's going to take a superbly, fantasmic human being to replace the huge chuck that you have of my heart. So good luck, men. My furry black ball of fur is thus far the love of my life and I'm proud to announce that fact. I am so proud to call you, my boy. Thank you for all those years of sitting by my side and cheering me up. Here's to many more (unlikely, but let me hold on to this belief).
All the love in the world, Kiana