For
some reason we bonded the first day we met, and now I'm going to miss
you when I leave. And well, that just sucks. I'll miss the Saturday
morning recounts of our Friday nights together. Whenever I miss you,
I'll listen to our song, and think about that one time we sat in my
bed, and listened to it holding hands until we felt better
II.
I'm
glad we chose each other. We've taught each other our worlds. And
created our own. And I'll take that world across the country and back
as many times as I need to.
III.
Remember
the day we cut out a trillion hearts of colourful paper and taped
them to my walls in order to cheer myself up after Martin and I broke
up? Remember sitting in your cabin's living room staring at the lake
and just holding each other the day before I moved? It's always
summer when I think about you.
IV.
We
loved each other, then we hated each other, and now we love each
other again - in a different way.You taught me how to be in love. And
I'm glad I got to share so many firsts with you. In a way, I suppose,
you're family because we grew up together.
V.
It's
not a love letter to you, because I don't love you. But I do love it
when you kiss the back of my neck when we're falling asleep. So I'm
writing a love letter to your neck kisses. They're more than nice.
