To My Angel,

The frustration of figuring out what to wear when I was first meeting you was surreal. 

I am pretty sure I went through all my clothes at least four times before choosing the black skinny jeans with the tiered blue tank top.

 I even curled my hair which I never do because of how long it takes.

 I remember how I sat in the living room waiting anxiously worried you wouldn’t show because I’ve been stood up before. 

Though when you did arrive, and handed me the lovely red roses that smelt fresh and recently picked from your mother’s garden. 

She has been obsessed with keeping it up and running; lately she’s added a birdbath and different colored roses with a white fence.

 But anyways, I was so nervous on the car ride over, afraid I was being too quiet, but you just turned on the radio and let the music fill the void.

You took me to your uncles IKEA, where we had the whole store to ourselves, and we ate dinner on the fine dining tables.

 You made my favorite dish, raviolis with French bread and some red wine you snuck from your father’s cabinet. 

After we ate we played hide and seek inside the whole store, you jumped out of a wardrobe when I was seeking, remember how high I screamed?

 It echoed off the walls.

Then we jumped on the huge king beds till we settled on the one we liked.

 I think that was my favorite part, for hours we talked about everything and nothing at the same time.  Your lips were so soft but rough at the way you kissed me under the dim spotlights over the bed and I didn’t want that moment to end.

But everything ends doesn’t it?

 Memories… games… lives…

Our first date was my favorite memory of us because it was before things were too serious, before I had to leave, before I came back, before they told me.

I miss you Zachary. 

You’ll always be in my heart.

Love,

Me