Dear KB,

 

I wish I was honest with you

I wish I told you

That I really miss you

I want to talk to you more

I don’t want you to go to college far away

I want to write stories with you

 

I wish I told you my favorite thing 

In the whole world

Is riding the monorail

(Or as you would correct me

The Link)

Through Seattle with you

We talk

It feels like just us

We’re free and on our own

 

I can’t think of anything that makes me happier

 

 

But I haven’t told you

 

 

I don’t want to seem desperate 

 

 

I don’t want you to leave my life

 

 

I wish I knew if you cared the same back

But I don’t 

I fantasize about living with you

Roommates

Or more?

But then I remember that you have a life

You probably want love

And I don’t know if it would be with me

(Although you’ve never mentioned a love life)

I don’t know if I’m all you’ve wished for

The same way you are all I’ve wished for

 

I love you

You’re my best friend

But I don’t know how I love you

All I know 

Is that you’re the only person I want to be around

Forever

 

I know it’s stupid.

I’m only seventeen

You’re only sixteen

And here I am talking about 

Forever

 

I wish I had the guts to tell you this

I wish I didn’t over think things

And worry about all the possibilities

But there’s the possibility that you care for me the same

Right?

I don’t know

I just wish I was honest with you

 

Yours,

         DRB