How I wish I learned how to ride a bicycle.
I still cry.
I still shed tears when I think about you,
your quiet smile,
the sound of your voice that echoes through the wires,
and those words you told me that are still etched within me.
"I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today."
"I keep thinking you already know. I keep thinking I’ve sent you letters that were only ever written in my mind."
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via tat-art)
… if only you could read my thoughts.
I know you don’t like that nickname much and that you think it fits me better (but seriously, you sleep more than me). It’s been a while since I wrote you something (that you’re probably not going to see). I just miss you so much that it hurts a little, that only tears can appease the longing I feel. I ache and yearn for your smile, for your warm right hand, and the way you wrap me in your arms. Even with all that’s going on and how we seem distant (not just literally), a single moment we shared invades my memory, and somehow, everything’s okay. My affections and wishes for you have not changed, and I hope yours haven’t either.
With a love that never fades away,