Grey

1.2

[may 22nd 2019]

Dear Grey,

I want to kiss you. I want to press my chapped lips against your soft ones until we both become brittle and slowly fade to dust. I want to stay against your lips forever, just feeling what they taste like.

I want you to be my star. I want to put you up on a pedestal so high, so that the whole world can see your beauty and bow down to you, as though you're royalty among these peasants, and not even I am worthy in your presence.

I want to love you, and I want to be loved back. I want to hold you and I want for you to hold me in return, I want us to be like lovers and do all the things that lovers do, but if you don't want to, then that's alright, too.

I'm just filled with all this want, and I don't know what to do but hope that you feel it too, and maybe one day I'll have the courage to not hide behind pathetic letters, and meaningless words.

Maybe one day I'll tell you.

Maybe one day soon.