Love Letter
Do you remember the first time we met? When you told me your name, I held onto it like an earth-shattering secret. With sharp fingers and sharper memory, I traced your words into my skin for the next three days. Sure there were scars, but I didn’t want to forget you. Do you remember the first time we kissed? I asked you what time it was, and you looked at me, eyebrows slightly raised, mouth curled into a subtle smirk, as if time wasn’t real. My mind was racing as you began to lean in. Was it 10:30? Your lips inched closer to mine. Or maybe 10:45? And before I knew it, time wasn’t important. Your lips meshed into mine. I felt the entire energy of the universe within me— stars in my toes, planets in my eyes. You at my core. Do you remember when you said you loved me? The words floated like a uniquely delicate leaf in the wind, gently landing in my lap, begging for me to find it natural and lovely. I did. Do you remember when you said goodbye? I cried because you didn’t. I loved you. I still love you.
--A Broken Heart