Wonderwall

Paul,

What is it about you that's kept me bewildered?

Millions of spoken and unspoken words were said between us,

How is it possible that after so many years of knowing you,

every little thing you say still excites me?

Or sometimes the lack thereof.

I apologize if I keep on giving you doubts,

if I keep on disappointing you.

And yet you still manage to understand every stupid excuses I had.

Allow me to make it all up to you.

Thank you for saving me,

for keeping what's left of me.

Thank you for your subtle gestures,

for being nice. 

I owe a lot of my sanity to you.

There's always this constant ache and happiness knowing you as...

My favorite person to write about,

My favorite person to dream about,

My favorite person I call home.

My favorite person to be still with.

My least favorite person to not care about.

We've got 15 years down, and I am still into you.

I am still curious about you.

Shall we finally start life on our 16th?

We love you, we ache for you.

-My heart, my soul, and my pen.

Yours,

Emery. 🌱