Love Letters

Dear You,

I want you to call me Moonbeam. Just one more time. I want you to laugh at me as I fall all over myself in your presence. I want to draw hand turkeys with you. Beat you in tennis. Argue with you, no matter who’s right I know you are. Hold hands in the ocean. Sing that one song from that one movie with you. Annoy you by humming “New Soul” for a week straight. I want you to bring up the time I stapled my finger and we both cried from laughing so hard. I want you to text me like you used to, especially when I told you I didn’t have any texts left and you just wanted me to get mad at you. I want you to fulfill your promise to me and take me to the park where we can hold hands in the rose garden, watch a magic show, and play in the fountain, and talk, like we used to.

But what I want most of all is for both of us to be fearless with each other, and realize our potential for perfection.

That’s all I ask.

Sincerely, Me.