dear, ....., 2/2/22
but maybe in May, you'll wait for me on the bottom of the stairs, maybe you will take longer glances when am round. maybe in May you forget my name, maybe in May i forget the way that i felt. Maybe i won't look at you as often as i do now. but then again in May you will probably still be in love with someone else. and you'll see me as nothing more but your friend, maybe by the time May has arrived, my friends will stop asking if am over you. but then again in May, i will have these letters to remember. in May, oh god i pray i don't forget, in May i wish, wish to remember that night, that night that made you my favorite person, in May you will be my favorite person.
You won't get this letter, i know you won't, but i promise to wish you the best even, ill cheer you on, I will be in the sidelines of your life, watching as it blooms, I'll deal with my melancholia, but at its own pace i won't expect you to stay and see me any other way.
YOU ARE READING
letters / poems
Randomthat one boy crush that never went away, now we are all grown up and you still see me as nothing more. that's alright, my tears will blur the memories that seem to hunt the way i look at you.
