Treasure Island

B.B. Loring

(October 24,1995 / Maine, United States)

A Small Thank You Letter


Five months had gone by since he left
I don't remember much of those months
But I do remember
That I hadn't written a word
The burning coals in my chest
Had turned to ice
Then I started writing about you
And then I could not stop writing about you
If I didn't fall in love with you
I would not be writing at all
And now I keep writing about you
Simply becuase,
I cannot not write about you
I know you don't know this,
You modest creature,
But you inspire me everyday,
Thank you,
With all the love I have to give to you
This is all for you

Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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To Charlie, I don't even know your last name.

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