An Open Letter

Someone asked me what love felt like:

To me it was the time I told her I wished someone gave me flowers, and her saying she wished she could have surprised me with flowers before, to make that wish come true.

It was the way we spent hours going through her home town on Google maps, with her as my digital tour guide, giving me stories along the way.

It was also how fast my heart beat as I left the confession note in her bag, and how vivid I remembered colors looked.

It was her wanting to give me a hug goodbye every time we went apart.

It was seeing her flaws and shortcomings as a person in it's naked truth, and still feeling happy to be with them.

It was the times she cried and I told her I loved her no matter what, and how to this day I still do.

It was the late night Skype calls we would have, having fun playing on Minecraft servers late on a school night.

It was the way her face would light up talking about the way an art piece was framed.

It was the way I see her still in the backs of music videos, when I noticed the way the lines point towards a focus.

It was the way we cried on the bench as she told me she wasn't enough and wanted to leave.

It was the way she would fall asleep in my arms.

It was the way she wouldn't want to wake up.

It was the way I showed you that tree and told you why it was beautiful, and how I think of you every time I walk past it.

It was the way I wanted more what's best for her rather than me.