Dear you,

It's only a matter of days now before you'll be gone. You keep trying to spend time with me but it hurts just knowing you'll be leaving soon.

I've avoided you, haven't answered your calls for a while, but eventually you had sent me a text to meet you, please, and my heart couldn't take it anymore and I agreed.

I met you in the park. It was dark, but the street lights and the light of the moon were enough for us to see.

We talked for a while, about nothing and everything all at once, and when your eyes met mine I felt like my heart was going to explode.

You didn't look away and I couldn't.

I think I saw you leaning towards me, but if you were you stopped and smiled instead.

Why do you do this to me?

You looked beautiful, covered in the lights. Your glasses reflected them, and it was cute.

You asked me a question, one that I'd never expected to hear.

"When I go, do you want to come with me?"

You told me you wanted to take me places I'd never been to before, wanted to make me shine as brightly as you do.

You told me that I could sing with you in your rap songs, told me my dancing would be beautiful on a stage for thousands to see.

I was unsure.

I'm still unsure.

I told you I'd give it thought and you said that was okay.

You walked me home.

I'll never forget the look you had in your eyes as you said goodnight.

-P.JM