I miss you. I considered taking a semester off before changing
schools because of you.
You’re leaving for South America and there is a very
good chance that you will never talk to me again.
We can both lie and say
that we’ll keep in touch, but neither of us has enough of what the other lacks
to keep things going on.
I’m realizing more and more how perfect we
are for each other. We are alike enough that I don’t fear
anything with you,
and you fit perfectly in my arms. I’ve never slept as well as that first night
next to you.
And I’ve never had such a long walk as the one from your room
to the train station that day.
I bring your walls down. And you help me
fortify myself. It works. It works like really nothing else I’ve ever
I’m not going to say it’s love, because for the first time I understand what
love is about. It’s not about
love at first sight. It’s about seeing
potential. Enough potential to take all of the risks that would arise.
guess what I’m trying to say is: I’d wait two long South American years for you.