letter

People were living in constant fear of the sky. Meteorite impacts, once predictable, now posed a critical threat to humanity. The first few meteors caused significant damage.

You are the magic of the pen, / the confessions of a soul broken and mended alike, / a hand to hold, / company to keep, / a precious bond that cannot be broken, you are- / Real to me.

It is impossible and ridiculous to think that we were reincarnated into repeated lovers, but this is exactly how you make me feel: unbelievably and recklessly romantic.

Today, you get a year older. And you getting older means I, too, am getting older. The more I grow up, the closer I feel to you.

And maybe that doesn’t make sense, maybe it’s unfair of me to compare myself to you. In all of your glory, who am I to even put us on the same playing field?

I’m you five years from now. I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to stop and smell the roses, and I realized if there’s anyone who needs to hear this, it’s you. 

Together, my grandparents gave me the childhood memories that I’ll always remember, the ones that bring me a sense of nostalgia.

Maybe it’s my fault you are low to the point of concern; I committed to others and tried to show it, and you paid the price.

This is not a letter to reminisce on our time together or wish for all the things that I wanted to be different. It is a letter of goodbye.