8th letter

Dedicated to you...

Pierre,

 

Do you remember when we wrote a poem for our English class?

 

Honestly, I hate writing poems. With all the rhymes, stanzas, and all that. Containing a whole thought in just a few words... I'm not like that.

 

But you know what, I've been writing poems for quite some time now. Actually, it's only a single poem if you put together all the stanzas written separately.

 

Do you know the subject of my poem?

 

You.

 

Yes, you.

 

Everytime I felt like crying, I write down all that I want to say to you. Believe me or not, they just magically rhyme at every line.

 

 

 

You read it Pierre. My poem. The poem I passed for our English class. You read it. I didn't want you to but you were too stubborn to take "No!" as an answer.

 

When you were reading it, did you feel something? Were you able to comprehend the emotions lingering at each word?

 

Tell me Pierre.

 

Were you aware?

 

 

 

 

You are the person I was referring to.

 

The person I love...

 

The person I will fight for...

 

 

 

 

 

And the person I will eventually let go...