I left something in your book—
a letter.
I watched from a distance,
as your eyes landed on the envelope.
You looked around, confused.
You saw the print—
“𝑮𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖…”
Your breath hitched,
and mine caught right along with it.
I wrote every word—
like a whisper I was too afraid to say.
So if your heart races,
know that mine did too…
You can read it later—and that’s fine,
so long as you read it, anyway…
Please, know…
I’ve been dying to tell you
how my heart longs,
but I am too scared to even utter a word…
So, for now…
writing you is my only way.
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*image: camille brodard / unsplash
