a letter to you dear.

dear.

such a funny word to address someone by.

i suppose it's fairly outdated at present,

but quite common at the same time.

very well. i'm here to discuss other matters.

its an abusive relationship.

not physically. we've clearly ruled that out.

it would be cool though, wouldn't it?

"hey, i think i know you from somewhere...

we must have wrestled before."

let's not.

instead, the abuse is quiet and raw.

subtle enough that we keep coming back for more.

yet not enough to tear us away from each other.

i've abused you. maybe you've abused me.

it doesn't matter at this moment.

but i've never wanted nothing less than the entire world,

for you.

can we make it through this asylum called life?

of course we can. because we're all in this together.

today is just a memory of tomorrow.

i remember that day so well.

i was in the middle of doing one thing or another when i heard the conversation.

(its a good thing my ears aren't as bad as my vision..or memory)

it was dark and bright at the same time

and it felt like my heart was so heavy.

now you've been gone nearly two years,

and i see you when i see you

but you don't see me as often as you want to.

i only miss you when i see you

so that's why its so hard.

and that's why we have to be apart right now.

until the day we plan to meet again, obviously.

and on that day you'll be a little taller.

i won't pinch your cheeks and tell you how smart you're starting to look but i might tell you that i've done it.

i might tell you that i've completely lost my marbles, dear.