text: Dear ------ It’s been a while now since we’ve last seen each other. You often cross my mind and I can’t help but wonder if you cross mine too. Do you remember me the same way I remember you? Because I remember your eyes. Your eyes were so bright. They were brown pools of warmth and comfort. Every time we locked eyes it was like I was staring into my comfort place. I didn’t even know you and yet, I knew I could take solace in you. In your presence. The kindness and genuity that radiated off of you enveloped me. I was entranced. I think your eyes may have been my favorite thing about you. Did you feel the same way every time you looked into my eyes? I wish I could hear your answer, but you’re gone. And it’s been so long. You know what I also wish? I wish I could hug you one last time. Your hugs were as warm as a campfire, as comforting as a cup of tea. The smell of you engulfed me. It would transport me to a place where time stands still and the sun never stops shining. When your arms tightened around my body, it felt as though you were my anchor and I was no longer a ship floating aimlessly in the sea. We would be in sync; your heart drumming along to the beat of mine. Our mixed breath would carry the tune. Oh the things I would give up, just to hug you. Do you want to hug me too? I hope you do. Remember when you first kissed me? I was terrified. It was my first kiss and I didn’t know what to do. Even looking into your eyes couldn’t calm my nerves. But before I could react your lips were on mine. So soft. So smooth. The taste of you was mesmerizing. I had never tasted something as sweet as nectar but as rich as butter before then. I was addicted and I wanted more. So I kissed you back. Drinking you in and savoring every last drop. I was hooked on you and you led me to believe that you were hooked on me too. So why then? Why did you leave? Every touch, every glance, every experience, every laugh, every kiss. How could you just throw it away? How could you throw me away? And why is it so hard for me to do the same? Instead, I’m caught in the rapids of my mind. Being pushed and pulled by every thought of you. Wondering when my raft will flip over and I’ll finally be able to drown. Hoping someone could save me before then, but realizing it’s up to me to save myself. It’s my responsibility. Why am I the one being held responsible for something I never caused? You caused it, so you should be held responsible. Do you remember me the same way I remember you? Because I hate that I still love you. Yours Truly.