Letters to Lovers

Today we talked about pictures, memories, love and life.

I think you underestimated my statement: you really do bring out the best in me. I can’t believe how happy I am when I’m around you, and I know that I don’t want to be with you at all. Although fucking you was incredible so long ago… that would definitely be the extent of the feelings that I have toward you. You are beyond wonderful for me, but only as a friend.

Those times that we talked about, that we want to paint? You are one of them. If I could keep you in my memory, just as you were tonight, and paint everything about today… I would. I would paint the walk, the river, the cold, the tea, the moon, the laughs, the kisses. I would hold it all in my paintbrush and be so selfish that I would only paint it with water. I could be the only one that sees it, and I would be the only one who knew it was about you.

My cheeks hurt at the end of the any day I spend with you, you can’t possible believe the confusion that sets in when I think about you. This is why people get married. They want to savor this comfort and happiness with one another.

I will never marry you, but please let me keep this with you.