To You - AKA a person who I never loved.

 I know I wanted love.

I know you wanted to show me.

But love takes patience, and you weren’t patient with me.

Did you really know me?
Not that I was complicated. I told you that.
I mean, did you know me through my actions instead of my words?
Because my words were the only things you remembered.
And in the end, they were used against me.

I didn’t bring up your behavior because I was afraid of losing you.
I knew December was coming.
I knew I would miss you then.

I don’t cry the way I used to.
Sad things don’t do it anymore.
Death, failure, memory. Nothing.

But music does.
Strangers do.
Clouds do.

And somehow, you do.

I never thought I loved you.
Even now, I don’t know if I did.
But everything reminds me of you, and that has to mean something.

This feels like a letter you’ll never read.
Maybe that’s what it’s meant to be.