a letter to a lover

dear you.

you know who you are as you read this little letter of love.

this letter that keeps sitting in my mind, that resonates on tiny neon index cards,

while you keep busy in london.

the past weeks of your journey have left me back home,

and this letter are all the words that i cant seem to just let go.

so ill sit here and pour my heart on this slip of paper, that will make its way to you,

where you will find what i have been hiding.

you are....the epitome of something great.

and your daily letters captured me from my heart.

you encompass every feeling of love, and that was all real.

the joy that we filled each other with was not from this world,

leaving us so euphoric, our feet cant touch the ground.

your hand literally fit the most perfectly, as our fingers would always intertwine.

i never thought i love you would come so quickly out of my mouth,

but that is what i felt, as i let my heart do the talking this time around.

so thank you for the overwhelming flow of encouragement--

the tiny words of beauty that you poured over me will continue to renew my spirits.

your smile and my eyes, we would get caught up in moments,

where time, most likely, really did STOP.

you created the ideal way to love me and you dont even know it.

there are hiccups along the way and hesitations,

but you ease my fears, while the moonlight soaks up the lake.

car rides and jam sessions, you loved the way my blonde hair was free, every second.

the way your eyes rest on me, is something so unseen,

it blows others away.

there is love in a relationship that stopped so you could take flight

and be used in gorgeous ways.

you, were not my rock in life, yet you were so dependable.

i cried when you uttered those three little words on the back porch,

that was the first time that i could feel the capacity of each syllable.

the roads go on for days, and they beckon for the tires of your car,

the cupcake stand still shines in all its glory, as i stand before it, in my purple plaid.

kisses on my forehead, on my cheeks always started as little winks.

across the room, i can still see you serving down on your knees, and that draws me in.

worship and rocks, this is what its like.

you cant seem to shake that smile on your face everytime we catch up over the computer screen, and its hard for me to still say goodbye.

so please just hold on tight, till june rolls up, and we can resume.

-me.

p.s. i loved you then, and i still love you now.