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In the Words of Tyra

Dear you,

I know this is going no where. I'm scared of saying this. I’m scared of a lot of things. I know act like I’m not but i can't help to scold you at times you tell me about scary things. I’m scared of drowning and falling and crashing to the ground. I’m scared of being swallowed whole. I’m scared of forgetting.

So when this burns out and falls apart, I promise not to forget the way you mumble my name in your sleep if you promise not to forget the way my lips tasted on your skin when I kissed your cheeks that night in the middle of summer.

You fell in love with few girls before me. You’re going to fall in love with a lot more after me. I don’t mind when you steal all the blanket, but the girl you meet in a coffee shop, the one who bites the life out of you and writes bad poetry will. Try to remember to keep her warm. You make me burn. Wipe her tears when she cries and don’t listen to her when she tells you she hates you. She doesn’t mean it. I never mean it. Baby you’re so absentminded.  Someday you’re not going to want me around to remind you, so please try not to forget all your appointments.

Try not to forget that I loved you. Try not to forget that I love you.

You can call me when you feel yourself falling apart. Even after you break my heart you can call me. I know one night it’s going to rain too hard and I'm going to dial your number and talk you and you’re not going to talk to me back. And I'm going to look at you and you’re going to look away. And then you’re going to whisper that you don’t think you love me anymore. But I promise not to delete your number. I promise to put you back together.

I think you should not smoke. I hope the next girl who falls in love with you will love you so hard that the smoke dissolves from your lungs and maybe you won’t need your Marlboros anymore. I’m really sorry that I wasn’t enough to stop you from lighting yourself on fire. I know that you get sad late at night. Especially when you can’t focus on things very well.

Don’t forget about that little spot in the park we went; the place where we walk up together and kind of walked faster because we’re not really supposed to be there, and we find ourselves on the little ledge overlooking the place. I always feel okay there. I hope you do too.

I hope you still listen to all the songs I played for you years from now. I hope you don’t forget the way we used to dance to random songs or the way we would hum along to the mainstream songs on play. I hope that you smile and think of me when you hear them. I hope you smile I know you hate breakfast but please do. It’s good for you. Don’t throw away the letters I wrote you last time. I know that after this ends, they won’t matter anymore. Maybe for a little while, reading them will hurt. But eventually, my words won’t mean anything. You won’t even be able to hear my voice whispering the words dotting the pages in your head. Don’t throw them away okay?

Don’t throw me away.

When you’re out shopping, I hope you still see things and think of me. I hope I will still cross your mind sometimes. I hope you miss me a little. Even when we’re both over it all and it doesn’t hurt anymore. I hope you still remember how happy we were. How happy we are now. We’re so fucking in love.

We won’t always be.