Unsent Letters

Sacred Emily

Up to this day I still think you know me better than some people currently in my life.

I still remember those desert nights in which we'd stay up finding absurd ways to entertain ourselves before the crack of dawn.

I still remember how tightly you used to grip my hand during plane flights and how jet lag affected you.

I still remember how greetings and farewells didn't exist, and how meaningless insults made up half of our conversations.

I still remember those anecdotes you used to tell and the little fun facts that everyone knew word-for-word.

I still remember our afternoons using notebooks as drums, or how you'd always be the one to notice how badly Morpheus's spell was affecting me.

I wish I could make more memories with you, or make even just one more in which the why of events is explained and the end of the book is written.

For now and for always, it's incomplete, forever.

Here's to what could've been and wasn't.