Dear J

Dear J,

I can't pretend I didn't love you. 

Maybe I just loved the idea of you. 

You were something special.

There isn't a day I don't think about what we had.

You're the one that got away.

I regret how it happened.

But there wasn't a thing I could've done. 

I miss your small hands and tiny fingers; 

How gently they brushed your hair behind your ears,

How easily they gripped your steering wheel,

How they held my hands and made me feel special.

I miss your witty rapport and crooked smile.

All the things you showed me, I still love;

They still remind me of you. 

Perhaps I think of you too much. 

It hurts a little, but my memory is all I have left. 

I still love you.

After all this time.

Love, K