I thought okay would find me when I turned away from your eyes, when the size of our hands matched the veins stretching to find commonality. my thoughts used to come easy because I was rehearsing what I wanted to tell you, the clouds would wrap the trees in a floor plan to uncover a bookmark that could save a breath to hold us together once more. I love you is a life sentence written in streams of a visionary addition, but I was still recovering from yesterday’s sadness. my feet can’t run faster than these thoughts, but I swear I’m still trying. we should have danced before we learned that finger painting works best in a broken heart. I need to find out if you’re real, so I press my lips to our past reflections– these are the words that I said to kiss us into life. Sometimes I think I love you, most days I know that I do. It’s not easy to admit these things, I know. It’s easier to break, I know. Is silence more fitting than screaming into your thoughts? I’d break the sky just to see us make it. There’s so much more to this place, but all I’ll ever need is you. If you’re not here by tomorrow, I don’t think I plan to be here either. These days needing you is an understatement. I want things to be alright, even if we’re alone. I need to know, don’t you? This is my love letter to you– forgive me if this ends horribly, I always fuck things up.