Dear you,

I adore you.

There are just the little things I don't like. Like how easily your fingernails chip, or how drops of sweat collect in the deep creases in your forehead, or how when I'm talking you interrupt...

Don't know. What we do is look and look for the people that make your life worthwhile. The people that make you feel like more than what you are, not less. The ones that feel full when they're with you. The ones that compare you to nature: flawed and destructive and beautiful. The ones that see what you don't, and don't want to lose it.
Won't lose it.

I didn't look as hard for you as you did me, I didn't look as hard AT you. Bad me. You saw what everyone sees...I'm supposed to be this beautiful person, holdable, kissable, lovable. Until I'm not those things anymore. Until I start to talk and think and shake my head slowly because it seems that I'm feeling differently now.

I can't help it. My world changes, and after a year, my mind changes. There's so much love in the world, but we only see so much in a lifetime. I found love here, and it's different, it's a different love, yes. But it's love all the same.


And so I'm not holdable or kissable. And it's only a matter of time before you see it. It's only a matter of time before you, the one that loses, the one that winds up alone, stops trying all together.

Please, don't ask me if you should let me go. Because it may or may not be then that I come running behind you, desperate for the first bittersweet taste of love I ever knew.

It's only a matter of time you're so far gone that when I find you, the creases in your forehead will have disappeared.