Letter

Hi, it’s been years since we last kissed,Holding each other tight, with endless care.How are you doing? I’m still here, hoping you’ll see,I wonder if you’re thinking of me—Oh, how I wish you would.

Because I’m hurting so muchDuring the times we don’t speak.I’ve tried so hard to keep you in my hopes,But why hasn’t God approved?I love you, and I wish you would love me too.

On the 15th of October, when we first said “I love you,”Every night was filled with “I miss you.”Every day off, sneaking into my apartment like before,Bringing food and kisses that I’ve grown addicted to.

Because I’m hurting so muchDuring the times we don’t speak.I’ve tried so hard to keep you in my hopes,But why hasn’t God approved?I love you, and I wish you would love me too.

This is my last hope—please believe me.I loved the way you loved me.I wish you wouldn’t leave me.Please, please, please, let’s get married.

Because I’m hurting so muchDuring the times we don’t speak.I’ve tried so hard to keep you in my hopes,But why hasn’t God approved?I love you, and I wish you would love me too.

Because I believe in letters,That love can stain a memory—A love that will never be buried.