Dear John Tyree

 

Dear John,

There’s so much I want to say to you, but I’m not sure where I should begin. Should I start telling you that I love you? Or that the days I’ve spent with you have been the happiest in my life? Or that in the short time I’ve known you, I’ve come to believe that we were meant to be together? I could say all those things and all would be true, but as I reread them, all I can think is that I wish I were with you now, holding your hand and watching for your elusive smile. In the future, I know I’ll relive our time together a thousand times. I’ll hear your laughter and see you face and feel your arms around me. I’m going to miss all that, more than you can imagine. You’re a rare gentleman, John, and I treasure that about you. In all the time we were together, you never pressed me to sleep with you, and I can’t tell you how much you meant to me. It made what we had seem even more special, and that’s how I always want to remember my time with you. Like a pure white light, breathtaking to behold. I’ll think about you every day. Part of me is still scared that there will come a time when you don’t feel the same way, that you’ll somehow forget what we shared, so this is what I want to do. Wherever you are and no matter what’s going on with your life, when it’s the first night of the full moon -like it was the first time we met- I want you to find it in the nighttime sky. I want you to think about me and the week we shared, because wherever I am and no matter what’s going on with my life, that’s exactly what I’ll be doing. If we can’t be together, at least we can share that, and maybe between the two of us, we can make this last forever. I love you, John Tyree, and I’m going to hold you to the promise you once made to me. If you come back, I’ll marry you. If you break you promise, you’ll break my heart.

Love,

Savannah