3 May 2012
I'm a Hawaiian girl at heart. That's where I met you. I don't understand why we have to be so damn far apart. I wish you would let me know if you've moved. I can't stand guessing what has happened. Did you forget about me from all of the coke you've done? Did the alcohol finally take you away for good? I think about you everyday do you do the same? I don't know where you are and it's making me crazy. It's an itch I can never fully satisfy. California to set up a grow? Texas to find your mother again? Oregon with your grandparents? Hawaii still? Michigan to search for me? I write you letters about my day that I've had. I miss staring at your big brown eyes and your cigarette between your dirt smudged hands. I miss people asking us if we were together and both of us laughing and making weird eye contact, and me secretly wishing we were. Your friend told me you liked me. You gave the best hugs. Your arm fell so perfectly around my waist at sunset when we made a stranger take a photograph of us. I promise I will never smoke another cigarette just for you. Our connection could have fire worked into some never ending love story, but for now I'm left with blushed checks when I think of you, and curious thoughts of where you may be. We will meet again. I can feel it in my pounding heart and can see it in my fate filled dreams.
Tucker James • Opuss № I