Lost.Found.

“Every poem is about you. Even the ones about other people, they’re for your eyes only. Everyone else who reads them is just a stranger looking through the window at us. It always comes back to you. It will always come back to you. It’s the way I love you through literature. I gave you a book about journeys before you left. Do you remember? And one about home. I filled it with notes, instructions on how to miss me. I was afraid you wouldn’t know how, and you’d give up. Frustrated.”

“I have late night conversations with the moon, he tells me about the sun and I tell him about you.”

“I tried searching for something to hate about you.” she said. “But, I ended up seeing all the reasons why I fell in love with you.”