It feels good to let you slip from my fingers.
They hurt from holding onto something so, so tightly.
Sometimes I wonder if there was nothing there to begin.
Other times, I can feel the gentle tug of your spiders silk trying to catch me.
Trying to stick and pull me back to your web.
Hopefully the wind will carry it far from me ❤️
Ever make it here?
Are you ever coming back?
It's hours away.
It's life times away.
Still.
Maybe we'll cross paths.
From a distance words can't be exchanged...
But a smile can be shared.
I might have to pretend I don't know you.
I might have to pretend I don't remember your rich brown eyes.
Or the way you made me laugh....
Or the way you made me feel less alone...
I might have to pretend we're strangers, just to get a chance to talk to you in person again.
Who knows... maybe you'll pretend too.
When I tell you I miss you and apologize for being such an ass...
When it seems like we could see each other some day...
When you start making my head spin with doubt...
I was doing fine admiring you from a far.
I wish this was paper.
Instead of thumbs fumbling for the right words, a pen gliding without catch.
I wish this was sent and would catch you when you check your mail.
Wish you'd flip through the weekly junk mail and find my half ass cursive smiling at you.
Maybe you'd remember it.
More than likely you wouldn't.
And it would say...
Right... it would say....
That's right.
That's exactly why this isn't a paper letter.
Everything is too tangled up.
Everything is much too complicated to put into real words.
Maybe I should just clear this text...
You would be disappointed with it's lack of