for you, and only you

I owe you
an apology.

I stayed up thinking about
everything I should have said instead.

the things I keep coming back to

whenever I ask what I can do for you, you say "climb that tree" — and somehow I'd actually do it

handmade cards on Valentine's Day, because that's just the kind of person you are

sitting on that curb, eating pizza, not needing anything else

you, in your traditional dress at the fest — I forgot how to talk for a second

"you look good in black" — I wear it more often now, just so you know

I confused my fear with doubt in you.
That was my mistake — not yours.
It will never be yours.

our story, still being written

one more thing

I recorded something I couldn't put into words.

I love you.

always.