Ps I Love You
There’s always one more. But this is the last. Five minutes for me, but who knows how long for you. Maybe you’ll never read this, maybe you’ll never sell the house, maybe it will get lost, maybe somebody else is reading this. A beautiful daughter or son of yours. Who knows. But I’m writing this with the intention of you reading this.
I could have died yesterday, it could have been decades ago. You could be putting your teeth in a glass beside your bed at night, I’m sorry I didn’t get to grow old with you. I don’t know who you are in your world right now, but here in my world, at the time of writing this, I’m still me, you’re still you and we’re still us. Let me take you back there. I’m sure you’re still beautiful. I’m sure you’re still kind. You’ll always be loved, from here and away, from near and from far. I have experience in loving you from afar, remember? It took me a year to ask you to go out with me. I’ve no doubt it will ever change, all I know is that the less life I have in me, the more I love you, as if love is filling the spaces. When I’m gone, I think I’ll be filled with nothing but love, made of nothing but love for you. But on the off chance I do hook up with somebody on the other side, please don’t get mad, I’ll drop her as soon as you arrive. If you’re not looking or waiting for someone else. Good luck with your new adventure, whatever it is. I love you, beautiful, and I’m still glad you said yes.
PS – I’ll see you later?