I do not know how to start this letter. Do I write “Dear” or do I simply put, “To You.” Maybe I’ll start with thanks.
Thanks,
You taught me everything I’ll never understand; such secrets and mysteries as life, death. You taught me hope, trust. What I want to thank you for is teaching me love; that love is not just romance, kisses, sex, but something so simple as walking in the rain for hours in the dark with a friend, playing eeny-meeny-miney-moe to choose which way to go. Love is something so simple as sharing a sweatshirt for warmth.
I want to thank you for kissing me that night, underneath the gray clouds and rain. There was nothing too romantic about it, it was far from a beautiful night, and I was soaked to the bone and probably looking my worst. But you kissed me, shivered in my arms when I kissed you back. We were chilled to the bone, to the very core.
You taught me that love does not end with hundreds of miles, but grows stronger, lasts longer, settles into the heart and stays there, comfortable and warm, forever. You taught me that love does not grow with time, but happens all at once, when you least expect it, with a glance, a hug, a kiss, a joke. It happens within one moment, one second, one breath; love is stealthy, like night, and will steal you away right when you think day will last forever. You taught me what I needed to know to be able to leave.
And while I want to thank you for everything, all these things you taught my mind, my heart, my soul--and wow, could I get anymore cliché?--I want to hate you some days. I want to hate you because you forgot to teach me the one thing that would be most useful right now--how to let go, give up. You taught me perseverance, you taught me strength, but you never told me how to drop it off, leave it be.
You taught me, whether you know it or not, that I am going to have to figure it out for myself; define love for me. Because love is something that you cannot teach me, not definitely, not completely.
You said, “I guess if you just never define what love means for yourself you can continue on never technically being in love.” You asked, “But is that really better?” You said, “It has to be something.” You asked, “Did you love me?”
I think, sometimes, that I’m falling. Slowly, over years. I’m afraid to think about love; afraid to figure out what love is, because then I won’t be able to say that I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know. I’m afraid to say, “Yes, I loved you.” Because if I say that, you will surely follow it with, “But do you still?”
Thank you, finally, for teaching me fear. Fear of love, of commitment, of getting into something so deep that I cannot climb out of it. Thank you for keeping me here and complete and intact. Thank you for teaching me love, fear. The things I’ll never understand, not completely.
At least, though, I understand potential, and that love, for me, is not quite ready.
Thank you.
Forever,
Yours.
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" I want to thank you for kissing me that night, underneath the gray clouds and rain. There was nothing too romantic about it, it was far from a beautiful night, and I was soaked to the bone and probably looking my worst. But you kissed me," - shit man, that got me right in the heart. You have such an amazing talent with words. It impresses me, I have to say.
This really impressed me.
(By the way, the ending line is amazing.)
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