free

its strange what a clean room does to ones mind. it seemed to clear it. erase all the sadness.

i looked in my drawer today.

3 letters i wrote.

two last year. one this.

3 letters i spilled every last thought about them i had.

they had a designated destination.

they were to be placed in their hands, confused by all the words they were taking in.

but ive just come to the conclusion,

they will never read them.

so in my drawer they will sit.

and i love you. no matter how far from me you are, you know your the one. it just breaks my heart knowing your that far. just a couple more years.

you know the rest<3