• Hey Beautiful

    by  • July 25, 2015 • * Safe for Work *, Grief, Those Gone Before Us • 0 Comments

    Hey beautiful, didn’t you know that running along train tracks was dangerous? It’s still hard to believe that you’re gone. I found out your death two nights before my big move – I always told myself that I would make it big and then come back and see if I could win over your heart. Not with materialistic things, but with courage and boldness.

    Hey beautiful, I figured that moving away would help me build some confidence. Then I’m lying on an air mattress in the middle of my childhood home’s kitchen trying to piece it all together. Four shots of vodka later, I fell asleep thinking that it was all some sort of messed up dream. Then going back on Facebook to see that it was really real. I spent the last day in my hometown thinking about and missing you like crazy.

    Hey beautiful, I already knew I was going to miss you. Now I miss you more than ever. You had a great outlook on life. Always looking at the glass half full while I looked at it half empty.

    Hey beautiful, you still owe me that veggie burger or whatever it was you tried to convince me that I couldn’t live without. Now, I’m gonna have to try it without waiting for you to wait for my reaction.

    Hey beautiful, I fell madly and hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with you from a distance and you’ll never know.

    Or maybe you do now.

    I love you,
    -Your Secret Admirer

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