You sent me my first 'real letter'... you did it unexpectedly a few summer's back. It meant the world to me. I remember that summer how I would always play the same song as I re-read it over and over again. It would make me smile. It would make me cry. Ultimately, it made me miss you.
I've had it stored away ever since you sent it to me. I've kept it hidden in my closet in my box of other treasures I'll always cherish. This box I keep hidden is the one thing I will be sure I run into my house to grab if it goes up in flames.
I think you wrote the letter to me when you loved me more than I loved you. Which until now seemed insane.. I never could have imagined another person loving me more than I loved them, until now. Dear Lord I dream of our late night chats and the sincere words you would speak to me that held a deeper meaning that I'd ever truly understand... how I long for just one more of those nights.
That my friends, is my feeling of nostalgia. Or so I'd like to think.
Well, I'm about to read the letter now.
And for the past few weeks I've had an overwhelming need to cry.
I can't explain it, I don't know why. Perhaps it's hormones, that's what I keep telling myself because it's easiest that way.
I know that once I read the letter I'll be hurting myself more than helping, but it's funny how much I miss you right now, and how I feel like I'd do anything to feel just a little bit closer....
I know it won't ever be like 2010, but I just want that feeling of caring back. That feeling where I was honestly ready to give you my heart if yours stopped working, I'm serious. I cared for you more than love. I put up with things I didn't like about you because you sure weren't perfect, but neither am I, and I wasn't back then either. You turned me into a different person, so I thank you for that. I'll always look back to those times when you made me smile.
And I know this is random, but this moment sticks out the most when I think back to our chats together. I will never forget those couple weeks when you were really sick and coughing and bleeding blood everywhere. You didn't want me to tell anybody so I promised I wouldn't. I never break my promises... except this one time, maybe. Anyways, it honestly killed me not to go grab the phone and call your parents. I didn't care it was 3 am on a school night, I wanted them to know and go take care of you. I couldn't, so I needed somebody else to be there for you and hug you and kiss you and comfort you when you needed it most. I don't know if I regret not calling, I just cared that you told me it finally stopped. I was so happy for you.
Well, I guess you're one of those guys... that will always have a spot in my heart. Never will I forget you or the talks we had; your pure honesty and the way you could make me smile just by saying hello. I don't want this to be the end, but I feel as though our flame is beginning to flicker into a dim light that I have to squint to be able to see.
Somebody please bring us some gasoline and ignite this fire once again.
I've had it stored away ever since you sent it to me. I've kept it hidden in my closet in my box of other treasures I'll always cherish. This box I keep hidden is the one thing I will be sure I run into my house to grab if it goes up in flames.
I think you wrote the letter to me when you loved me more than I loved you. Which until now seemed insane.. I never could have imagined another person loving me more than I loved them, until now. Dear Lord I dream of our late night chats and the sincere words you would speak to me that held a deeper meaning that I'd ever truly understand... how I long for just one more of those nights.
That my friends, is my feeling of nostalgia. Or so I'd like to think.
Well, I'm about to read the letter now.
And for the past few weeks I've had an overwhelming need to cry.
I can't explain it, I don't know why. Perhaps it's hormones, that's what I keep telling myself because it's easiest that way.
I know that once I read the letter I'll be hurting myself more than helping, but it's funny how much I miss you right now, and how I feel like I'd do anything to feel just a little bit closer....
I know it won't ever be like 2010, but I just want that feeling of caring back. That feeling where I was honestly ready to give you my heart if yours stopped working, I'm serious. I cared for you more than love. I put up with things I didn't like about you because you sure weren't perfect, but neither am I, and I wasn't back then either. You turned me into a different person, so I thank you for that. I'll always look back to those times when you made me smile.
And I know this is random, but this moment sticks out the most when I think back to our chats together. I will never forget those couple weeks when you were really sick and coughing and bleeding blood everywhere. You didn't want me to tell anybody so I promised I wouldn't. I never break my promises... except this one time, maybe. Anyways, it honestly killed me not to go grab the phone and call your parents. I didn't care it was 3 am on a school night, I wanted them to know and go take care of you. I couldn't, so I needed somebody else to be there for you and hug you and kiss you and comfort you when you needed it most. I don't know if I regret not calling, I just cared that you told me it finally stopped. I was so happy for you.
Well, I guess you're one of those guys... that will always have a spot in my heart. Never will I forget you or the talks we had; your pure honesty and the way you could make me smile just by saying hello. I don't want this to be the end, but I feel as though our flame is beginning to flicker into a dim light that I have to squint to be able to see.
Somebody please bring us some gasoline and ignite this fire once again.
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