Dear YouDear You
You who make my head spin. Not because I’m hopelessly in love, it’s because of all the questions. Why? No? Who? How? Is that necessary? Should I? You get the point. And all the feelings I’ve felt for you; desire, trust, love, jealousy and even hatred. I even want to listen to all of my hate songs we’ve talked so much about until my ears cry red tears.
I remember all of our conversations, you know. I don’t remember because I have good memory. No, I remember them because I want to. I want to remember our first kiss and how it left me screaming in frustration under my blanket, my friends asking if I was okay. I want to remember the day I lay trembling in your arms and you in mine while you tried to persuade me into things I had said no to. I want to remember how it ended with kiss tasting like soda, energy and feelings.
Maybe the feelings were only mine, and the energy I felt was just the bubbles. It doesn’t even matter. Memories fa