I hope you have a safe trip.
When I said goodbye to you, and we were arguing whether tennis or dance was more expensive, and you shushed me with that cheeky grin on your face, I remembered how nice it is just to spend time with you. I hope it was the same for you.
I said I didn’t want to lose,and I don’t. Maybe you dont know what that means, but it makes sense to me. But maybe its not about winning? I’m not sure. I’m content to live my life, secretly keeping you in the spot you carved into my heart, until you want me around. That’s probably why I haven’t gotten angry at you lately. I really want you to be happy. When I saw you in May, amongst the shitty things that were said between us, one sticks out: “If it’s meant to be, it will.” Timing is just a bitch. And the day we can sit down and have an honest conversation, whether its in 3 months or a year or five, you’ll go “damn. You’ve grown up so much.” And I’ll say “yep. But one thing is the same. It’s still you.”
Good luck, sweets.