enda, you were a mystery.
nobody knew you better than i did and i still didn't know all your secrets. all i really new is that you loved me, hated the sunny skies, dreamed of flying a plane and never slept. but boy oh, were you a pretty girl. not that you knew. no one seemed to, it was almost like my secret.
so now i'm going to tell you.
you are beautiful, i knew that when i saw you that first day sitting on the white picket fence, a guitar in your hand, the sun setting as you looked me in the eyes.
with those piercing midnight blue eyes.
sometimes when you looked into my own dull gray ones i felt as if you saw straight through me. every facade meant nothing to you. you could see it all in the simple flicker of my eyes.
wyatt
YOU ARE READING
unequivocal.
General Fictionnight and day our fears and dreams, different but equally as captivating. these our your letters you never got to read enda.
