You're not mine, you haven't been for some time now.

And that's okay because I don't want you to be. I stopped wanting to be with you quite a while ago.

But that doesn't change how I once felt about you. It doesn't change how real it was and how much I loved you and how long I was in love with you.

You've been with someone else for a couple of years and tomorrow you two are getting up in front of all of your friends and family and promising to love each other and be together forever. I love you both and am so happy for the two of you.

Time and distance does not erase history but I'm ready to say goodbye.

I'm letting you go for the last time.

Hey, you.

You with a wavering heart. You that take sometime to fall in love again like me. You, scared of getting intimate. You longing to become one.

I dedicate my hours before bedtime to pray for you.

I'm so glad I'm alive at the same time as you

You may not be around, but i'll always have strong coffee and hard rock from the 80s. I can roll with that.

I often find myself

Wandering

With my eyes closed


And


When they open

I find that my feet

Have failed me

For they keep bringing me

Back to

You

-i

We were hiking through the woods at night, heading back to your car. You stopped behind me at a clearing and pointed up towards the moon. Venus was twinkling beside it. The air was still, the night was warm, and the ground below us was bathed in moonlight.

This was about as picturesque and romantic as it could get, so I quickly turned around to look at you and maybe have a nice moment. Apparently you'd had the same thought - I caught you mid-pucker, eyes shut, looking completely ridiculous while on your way to kiss my cheek. I squeaked from surprise, laughed out loud, then pecked you on the lips.

"You turned too fast!" you exclaimed. You started walking quickly, hiding your embarrassment. If I'd had any sense, I would've spun you around right there for a real kiss, but I didn't because we're just a couple of awkward goons - good at joking and good at kissing, but not so good at the in-between.

Dear 16-year-old me,

You're going to have an unofficial first date with your crush in like, 7 years.

You're going to watch a movie together and then have ice cream afterwards.

Also, he's gonna flirt with you a bit. And text you first.

And it's gonna feel so surreal.

Hang in there. It was totally worth the wait, trust me.

Love,

23-year-old me


I was meant to find you, but you were never meant to stay. I hope in another life we work out because you could have meant everything to me.


I, for one, love forehead kisses……..just a hint

Months ago, I thought that we would remain friends and only that. Now I'm here, lying in bed, next to you, feeling the warmth of your back, the softness of your skin, the comfort of your body, and the pure bliss I get knowing you are mine.