Evolution

Things change as time goes by. That's why you were here, in my heart when I was little and didn't know any better, and you aren't now. As we grow we realize who's here to stay and who's just passing through because they have to. 

There's a Maze in the Garden

You don't have to understand me when I say this, in fact, I never really thought you would. Because my asking you to understand is the same as asking a shark to sing. At least, if you love me, let your eyes glaze over the next few sentences and at least pretend that you are comprehending with some sort of fluidity. I don't expect you to understand this, but where you stand in regards to my heart is not of importance right now, and really neither are you. I know I hurt you sometimes, I cut you so deep that you bleed, and you do the same to someone else because that's the cycle, it's the way we were taught to believe things go. Only, Love, my dearest, sweetest Love, not everyone is out to get you, and you do need to realize that as it is before time for basic lessons like that runs out. 

A Crystallized Butterfly

You went above and beyond to find items while you were gone to show me how much fun you had while you were away as well as to tell me that you love me. Well, you grasped my essence in some of the most gorgeous ways I have ever soon and I can't wait to see it all with you in our own time. I love you. I wear it everyday and I am thinking of you more and more by the moment. 

First Days and Crowded Halls

Some days you just have to wake up, splash some cool water on yourself, and walk through the doors with your head held high knowing that everything is not alright today, but it will be soon. There is an air of confidence about you, now let everyone else see that, because these tears just don't do you any justice. 

Faces Forever Fading

I know you were never actually here but you are the most important person I will ever know.

I am fully aware I could never truly call you mine but the love we shared is the same kind of love that makes the whole world jealous.

I realize nothing about this was ever meant to last but Time swore he would never let it end either.

I have come to terms with this and I could have sworn I meant it when I said I didn't miss you anymore but I still hope you remember, because I do.

Fountain Pens

You are the poetry and I am the words. Ink is our blood and pulpy paper is our skin. We live in poorly drafted stories and hundredth attempt letters. I could get used to this, but could you?

Keeping Talley with Packed Boxes

I know it's been a while since I've seen you, but it's never too late to smile. I'm sorry I forgot to say that before I left and I am even more sorry that after these next few days this is just another one of those places I can't come back to. . .

Be happy, do that for me?

Finding a Newer Map

Maybe you were right in asking me to move on. There are enough reasons presenting themselves and better people waiting. Perhaps you were right. Maybe not.

It might matter. It probably doesn't.

I am Not Crazy

You keep thinking that people are easy to understand, that everything they do corresponds to something someone wrote about centuries upon centuries ago and it's always going to be spot on and perfectly quantifiable. But people aren't easy to understand. They aren't words on a page. They have substance, they matter, they may be similar but they are never the same.

Widening the Gaps

Sometimes I forget that you are here. I forget how much you know and what you don't. Thank you for standing by me no matter what.