To the person I think
To the person I think of the most:
I often find my mind occupied
With the moments I’ve spent with you.
I know that you think of me but
I thought I share my feelings anyway.
I have a mountain of thoughts and an endless flow of words
That has never been shared.
Here are a few.
The first time you held my hand
was after Homecoming
In the school parking lot outside of my best friend’s car.
You looked down at my face and I forgot
Everything I wanted to say
Could you tell that I wanted you to kiss me then?
You didn’t.
Later, you told me that was when you decided
that you wanted me in your life.
I made the same decision the next day, outside of your car.
Did you know that my mom took a picture?
She knew that I wanted you before I did
The first time that you kissed me,
you took me to your favorite place.
I can’t say that I’m a fan of that spot and
I will never understand why you enjoy being cold,
but it didn’t bother me that much when you were next to me.
We both know that I was just being dramatic anyway.
We’ve been through a lot since then
But it hasn’t been that long.
How is it that I feel like I’ve known you my entire life?
At this point, you know me too well
There is nothing else that I need to say
Except for maybe mi rendi felice
Yours truly,
Yours, truly.