I wish I knew all the words I would want to say to you. Like how you stay stagnant in my mind. Still my happiness when I want a break from life and the perils of time. I just think about how happy we could be and could’ve been if things worked out back then. If we had been in the right time, space, or capacity to give each other the love we both wanted. It’s crazy how those three months meant more than anything in my lifetime. Years have passed and I still hold it close to my heart. I think about it all. Laughing in the museum while we drew each others portraits. Going to the zoo and hearing your complaints. Your laugh, your smile, the way you made my mind feel at ease with nothing but your sincerity. The way we were both scared to confess our love. The drive where you played songs that reminded you of me. And now I have nothing but memories and nothingness to remember you and those idle moments by. I wish I could reach out to you one last time, to tell you I love you and how much I still care no matter how many years have flown by. I wish I went to Paris. I wish I followed my heart. I’m sorry for all the mixed signals and the way things fell apart. In my mind somehow this letter will circumnavigate to you and find you whether it be in the physical realm or your dreams. And maybe one day you’ll see just how much you mean to me. I love you so much, I miss every aspect of you from every positive to negative and hopefully our soul ties will be enough.