I wrapped my arms around the smooth contours of your waist and pulled you closer to my body, burying my head where your shoulder and neck meet.  With every inhale, I breathe in your distinct scent, a scent that never fails to make me feel at home. You hug me tightly with the same intensity that I hug you, letting me know that we feel the same about each other. Then you leaned your head back, gazing at me with those reassuring eyes. I gazed at you back and as if by some invisible signal we both acknowledge, our heads lean closer and closer to each other until we could no longer keep our eyes open and kissed, letting our lips do the feeling. I buried my head in the warmth of your neck again. This is one of the moments I will cherish for sure.

The letter was dated 12.2.09. That was almost three years ago, and I only received it now. It’s amazing how much can change in a short amount of time - if three years can be classified as short. It’s possible that I still wouldn’t have believed what you said, but I might have been able to further understand your motives sooner. I might not have spent so much energy disliking you for so long, if I only knew why you treated me like crap and what really was to happen to us after that. I know that was my choice, but I couldn’t help it. Heck, I am still unsure why you gave me that letter at a time when it doesn’t even matter anymore, because this whole matter is supposedly over and we’ve moved on. He says that you still have remnants of feelings left; otherwise, you would have just confiscated that outdated letter. Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s not. Maybe I’ll never know. And that’s okay, because knowing wouldn’t really make a difference. But I heard you’re finally heading off to college somewhere else. Congratulations, because you’re finally leaving this “shitty town” and its crappy people that you hate so much. Life will give you good things and good people, like life has given me good things and good people. I wish you the best of luck.