Let us write about love exactly how we have felt it. You and I are broken and confused twenty-something year olds. Because we are an extinct specie, we cannot even start to imagine what our future would be like. Somewhere in the back of my mind, it doesn't exist--to-morrow. There's just this moment--you, me, in the here and now.
Falling in love is easy but staying in love is very special.....I love you with everything i've got.
I miss you. And I know that when you're around it doesn't seem like it but I do. I fear that I do not believe in Love as a word. I think that it's just another word for attachment. I have grown attached to you, or have I? I honestly cannot tell what it is that binds me to you, if it is that you love me in the rarest way. Some days I look in your eyes and feel that your love for me is infinite. I worry you look in mine and see something not long-lasting. When you're far away I imagine you on a bus--God is Good. I imagine you staring out the window and thinking of me. I picture you sleeping and dreaming of me. I never dream of you, I just miss you. I wonder if that is enough, to miss someone.
When I'm forty, if I'm alive, I'll write a story about us. About something that is or once was. I won't write about us now because my writing isn't sharp enough to paint the beautiful imperfection that is us.
I miss your eyes, your laugh, how you tickle easily, and your selflessness. I want us to be succesfull. In the future, during recess, I want to be able to come to your office and tell you about my boss, ask you about your day, sit on your desk and gossip. On the weekends I want us to travel someplace new, like Calabar. Have you been to Calabar?
Now that you're far away, I know how distance makes the heart grow fonder.
Me.