I think about you. In the light and in the dark. You are still there. I used to be confused on why. Why you? Why does it always come back to you?

Honestly, it felt like air. Sometimes I still get it too. Where my skin tingles, my stomach quenches, and that happy feeling sinks in. Sometimes it’s like a little wave, I feel you. I feel the same way I felt that summer. Just like Christmas Eve hey? I always feel you around Christmas. Your birthday is coming up, isn’t it? I know you think about me on my birthday too. I feel your energy, your love.

I feel your light.

Still, your love shines through me. Still I remember the feeling of true love. All because of you. Staring at me from that stage. Looking back and forth at eachother pretending that there is nothing there. Wanting to touch you so badly, but we can’t. It’s impossible. You are my Romeo, and Juliette, your forbidden fruit. It was still adolescent love, until Christmas Eve. It had been years since I felt that way with you, and I was ignited.

Is our story over yet? Is there still more to write about our great love? Will we be a tail as old as time? Are we the reason people believe in love the way they do? Will we always come back to each other ther? Just like we have done before?

Pull me in again, let me feel you wrap your arms around me with passion. Like two souls coming together. Finally.

Find your way back to me. Enjoy your last few months in Cali, I’m waiting.

From your secret admirer 🌲🦝