Dear you,

I wish I knew of a more eloquent way of saying ‘you’ve let me down.’ The idea of what you have done goes so exceedingly beyond that. It wears on me every minute of every day. I am a beach being worn down by each wave, washing away more than what is left behind. I wish I could understand, because I can’t in every way. It is the most powerful feeling I have had in the entirety of my existence; I love you beyond expression and comprehension, yet I am deeply angry and helpless. I have no chance, no choice, you’ve left me nothing but a memory, a thirst for something I once knew, but may never quench again. I would look onto your face and find myself humbled, appreciative and floored by the way you would make me feel, so filled, but never full. We were not lustful for more, never greedy, there was just so much there between us and yet we knew there was always more to come. There was so much promise, so much potential. I grieve not only for your body and your mind, but the years we were supposed to have. You died and I have died with you.

Forever yours,
Young and Still in Love