The air has cool breezes.
This is the time that I think of you most.
Because this is the time of year we met.
Do you remember the dying of green leaves that turned into a pallet of oranges, reds and yellows?
Do you remember our first hello?
Looking into each others eyes.
Our smiles.
Excited hearts
Connected at "hello", we were.
My Dear Simon,
You are my green eyes, the one that I had been looking for.
How will I get over you? How will I move on? My heart pains me deeply because we never had the chance to say goodbye.
Last night I layed in bed, in a darkened room and stared into the empty space above. I wondered if you thought about me too. I wondered if you looked up while you lay in bed, wondering how I was, with the distance between us.
Did you feel my heart beating in the darkness? Did you imagine us intertwined with our arms together while we breathed in as one? Did you think about me on the long drives, you would take, solo--during the cold winter days and nights? Did you imagine you and I, in your home, in your bed, within all you lived? I did. I imagined it all.
I wanted you so badly, my insides would churn at the thought of you; my head would get dizzy with each imagined kiss; my hands would tremble, when I would write you an email, a poem, a story, an expression of my devotion and love to you.
You may be gone; but you will always have my heart.
I plan to get as close as I can, to you. One day, love, one day.
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