For Emily, Whenever I may find her

There are times when I am not thinking about you. I can count them easily. And these times are breaks from the fear of infatuation. The fear, of knowing you are miles away, of knowing you are eating ice cream sundaes with another. Those are just the real fears. I still don’t know how you would feel about me asking you on a walk. Or how your eyes would look, if I were to push your hair behind your ear.

I feel obsessive, but I know that I would enjoy your company. watching a smirk curl up your face. Or hearing you talk about lawful things. The words you speak were always interesting. This knowledge keeps me wishing I kept your company.

But alas, I have lost it. This letter is hope, that although you are so distant, there could be a time when I make you smile.

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