I don’t know if I mean as much to you as you mean to me, or if I mean anything at all. Do you still remember me? It’s been a year and a month since we last talked.
I remember everything about you: your strong arms, your green/blue eyes, your stubble, your jokes, your voice, how you blew smoke rings, when you played the guitar. Everything. I loved all of it. I love you. I probably always will.
You were my first, after all. My first love and my first time. I know you had many before me, that’s why I wonder if you care or ever did…
You were more than just my significant other; you were my best friend. You helped me with so much that you probably don’t even understand. You saved me. I don’t know what I would have done during that time if I didn’t have you. You were always there to answer my calls. I thank you profusely for that, and everything else.
I just miss you so incredibly much. It hurts to not talk to you. It hurts to not know what you’re doing or where you are. I only have a faint idea. It kills me inside. The only person I want is you, and I know that I probably won’t even see you again.
What I wouldn’t give to just hear your amazing voice once more.