The Boy I'll Write About

My dear _______ (I guess I’ll never know what to call you, today or the day after next)

I know this letter will reach you the moment I stop writing it because, with the kind of impulsive human I am, it is evident. I am giving you something special that I keep close to my heart and pure. And I believe that you will keep them safe forever. When I write about you, words keep coming to my hands, and I keep typing, on and on…

You were a traveler, one amongst many. But how you made me see the world is far more than incomprehensible. You had the most beautiful eyes, with a tsunami of lies and truths battling each other, from one dead-end to another. You broke barriers, perceptions, mindsets, views, and ideas and helped me rebuild many. You made me who I am, at least some part of it. I write about people not only because I love them but because I want to keep their memory alive and somewhere in the world. I want to relive every moment I spend with someone, more than once.

Do you remember the day I was talking, and you were staring at me blankly? You asked if what we have will outlast more than just a few happy days, and I said no. The look on your face was enough to tell me that you were expecting it. I have started to change things, not because you asked me to but because you told me why. This letter is more than just my heart blabbering; it is me telling you how much I appreciate being with you.

I wrote something for you now, I am not sure you will be able to relate to it, but I just wanted you to know that I was thinking about you someday.

The first time I met you, gosh, you were beautiful. You were smart, funny, cute, and imperfect. The second time I met you, those lips tasted like fire. My love, what we had may have been temporary, but what I found in you, I’ll always keep that with me, in the back pocket of my jeans, the photographs, the lights, the words, and my heart. Congratulations! You now have a memory box in my heart, the kind you keep memories in forever.

You made me see how beautiful this world was and how beautiful I can be. Thank you for that, home. The other day I was thinking of something that said, “I want to go home. Not “home,” but ‘home.’ The instant picture I had in my head was you. There is always this one funny thing about home, you can live there for a while, but there is gonna be a day you leave it. For all it matters, it’ll always keep the memories alive. You were my ‘home’ for a while. But I now know that the day I leave my home is today.

I’d rather see you in a coffin than not smiling. I always want you to smile with just little teeth showing and accompanied by that smirk. Thank you for being a part of me today and always. You are the kind of boy I’ll write about.

With a heavy heart (of course)

Yours ________ (I guess you’ll never know either)