letters to the stars ° barry allen ✓

eleven

dear cassie,

you were seventeen.

we were so close, cas, so close.

we were going to graduate, go off to school, take on the world.

you would have found a guy,
he'd be attending med school
he would  have had dreams to be a neurosurgeon

he would be successful, but still not good enough for you

you would date for a couple years,
he would propose under the city lights

you would say yes, of course
you always wanted to get married, start a family

you would feel happy, but something would be missing

you would have doubts about your new life

and on the eve of your wedding, I would show up in your dressing room

you'd take my breath away, you always did

and you would turn to me, a nervous look on your face

I would tell you it would be okay, but you'd argue and say that something isn't right

That's when I would wrap my arms around you and place a kiss to your forehead

When I would leave the room,  you'd follow

it wouldn't be my intention but somehow I would be the getaway driver

and we would just keep driving

I planned our whole lives out
I planned them so we'd always be together
two halves of a whole

I just wish you'd be able to live your half.

love, Barry