love letter

My memory of you is altered daily when we talk.

My dreams of you are more and more vivid.

The rain seems to fall slower now and when I'm lonely I remember how you waited for me.

I remember your smile.

And your changing eyes.

You've said before that you didn't understand romantic love so I want to explain it to you in a way you'll understand.

Well.

Romantic love is that rope I tied around your wrist that's connected to my heart

And the farther away you get, the more I feel that pull.

Your name is like a song stuck in my head.

I cannot help but fit you into every simile and metaphor.

Two days ago when we talked I was feeling okay until I looked over at you sitting so close literally two feet away

And I remembered the intensity with which I love you and we are so very close

If only the clock didn't move so fast

Then maybe I could catch you before you walked out the door.

Well.

Maybe you have not felt love.

Maybe you have, but not for me.