To the person I think

Mon, 12/18/2017 - 13:42 -- nnh2018

To the person I think of the most:

 

I often find my mind occupied

With the moments I’ve spent with you.

I know that you think of me but

I thought I share my feelings anyway.

I have a mountain of thoughts and an endless flow of words

That has never been shared.

Here are a few.

The first time you held my hand

was after Homecoming

In the school parking lot outside of my best friend’s car.

You looked down at my face and I forgot

Everything I wanted to say

Could you tell that I wanted you to kiss me then?

You didn’t.

Later, you told me that was when you decided

that you wanted me in your life.

I made the same decision the next day, outside of your car.

Did you know that my mom took a picture?

She knew that I wanted you before I did

The first time that you kissed me,

you took me to your favorite place.

I can’t say that I’m a fan of that spot and

I will never understand why you enjoy being cold,

but it didn’t bother me that much when you were next to me.

We both know that I was just being dramatic anyway.

We’ve been through a lot since then

But it hasn’t been that long.

How is it that I feel like I’ve known you my entire life?

At this point, you know me too well

There is nothing else that I need to say

Except for maybe mi rendi felice

 

Yours truly,

Yours, truly.

 

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