3 AM Epiphany

But summer's not forevermore

No matter how we try

The trouble with hello

is goodbye.

So much has passed.
I don't know how to express it well enough in words without saying I love you.
Because I do.


You're my best friend, you're my soulmate, my rock.


You are my music.


You are my adrenaline.


The loud, blood-rushed part of my heartbeat.


I hurt you. I was so blinded by unreality and things that didn't matter, when all that was right for me was you. You gave me dreams and you gave me love. You gave me whatever I asked and all I gave you was me. Me, with all my complexities and all my weirdness. Me, with all my impossibilities. Me, with all my flakiness. Me, despite what anyone told you.

Why? Why would you forgive me? When I think about it now, I feel so sorry. I regret every immature little decision I made..

It doesn't matter. You did. You let it go. You loved me unconditionally. 

I don't know how far that's true now, but at least you're still here - and at least you still care.

People live and die in their search for someone like you. I've only lived seventeen years and I already have you. And I know I always will have you. You're never far away for me.

It's you. It was always you. It was August.  It was pizza with olives.
It was you.
It is you.