There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
Because I never wrote about you
I’m writing about you now
While my mind is drunk on wine and thoughts of you
Consider this what you will;
Apology. Recant. Words strung together with the premise of honesty, or a desperately plea for forgiveness.
These are not /my/ last words
But there are my last to you;
I have loved you, and I swear I always will.