Poem_In the Form of a letter_Dear Best Friend

Dear Best Friend,
I miss you.
I miss your voice, your hugs, your smiles, your presence. I want to hang out, to laugh, to joke, to revel in the cheery atmosphere. We can talk about nothing. We can talk about everything.
Without you, I feel lost; I feel alone. I just want to call, to see how you are. I’m thinking about you so loud. Can you hear me? I’m calling out for my Best Friend. Please, let me know you’re there.
So when I go to bed at night, I will feel safe and whole because I’ll know my Best Friend is a phone all away, ready to send love, ready to banish tears. And when I wake up in the morning, I will not feel lost and alone because I will know my Best Friend is there.
Can you hear me? Please, let me know you’re there.
Dear Best Friend,
I miss you--
Love,
Me.

Love. 2 (Length Warning!)

Certain questions have plagued humanity since the beginning. Questions such as:

What is God?

What happens when we die?

And What is Love?

No one could ever explain Love sufficiently enough for me. Until I myself experienced it, it was indescribable. I take that back. Even after I’ve experienced it is indescribable. Until I fell in love, I never believed it possible to die of a broken heart. Now that I have love, I assure you that I could not live without it. You may think I am exaggerating but let me assure you: Though I may not die upon the instant, I would waste away, fading into nothing.

Some may say that what I feel is not love. That no one who has never dated several people could know; they have nothing to which to compare their feelings. Well let me tell the infamous Every-one something. It is possible. It is love. I know it with every fiber of my being. It is Every-one who creates the doubts and plants them in my mind, niggling away at my thoughts, though never my heart. My emotions have been in a turmoil because Every-one knows that you can’t marry your first love; it isn’t really love. Every-one knows you don’t fall in love at 19. Well, Every-one knows a lot of things. I am sure Every-one is more wise than I. Because Every-one knows the world is flat. Every-one knows the Universe revolves around the Earth. Every-one knows the Earth doesn’t grow. And Every-one knows that anyone who has not experienced some minor heart-break could possibly know what Love is.

Some may say that Every-one is correct. Some may say that I have nothing to which to compare my feelings, but I do. I have had crushes. I have felt sexual attraction to other people besides Luke. It is true that I never dated anyone other than him. But I’m certain I know the difference between Infatuation and Love. Between Lust and Love. Between a crush and Love. Some may say that I can’t be in love because I have never before been heart broken. You are wrong. I have been heart broken, though it was my fault, though I was helped along with Every-one. I have been heart broken. I thought it had been plucked from my chest and smashed to smithereens on the floor. And then someone reached inside me and twisted all the other organs into a knot. But that knot could not fill the empty space I felt. I have never cried so much in my entire life. Not when any family member or friend or pet died. Not when I’d been hurt physically. Never. I had never felt so miserable in my entire life. I won’t go into details. I shall not even tell you what happened, though Luke knows what I’m talking about, I think. He was the one who held me while I cried.

So let me tell you, I know the answer to What is Love. Though I am a writer, I would be hard pressed to express it in words. I’ve written poems about it. They are mere shadows of the heart of the matter. No word, no picture could express my feelings. None. Love isn’t a big enough word to encompass all my emotions. Love isn’t big enough to contain the sentiments felt by my heart of my soul. Only someone else who has experienced Love could understand. I know what Love is. Do you? Does Every-one?

*

Afterthought:

Love. Support. Desire. Passion. Encouragement. Affection. Tenderness. Caring. Compassion. Warmth. Strength. Devotion. Value. Fondness. Friendship. Esteem. Respect. Trust. Doting. Loyalty. Regard. Attachment. Acceptance. Intertwining fates. Bound Destinies.

To me, Love isn’t big enough to include fate, destiny. It isn't big enough for forever, for eternity.

It is true that I sometimes feel anger, irritation, annoyance, worry, frustration, stress, exasperation, and disappointment. However, It doesn't change my affection, my desire, my trust, my caring, etc. And it would never sway my love. So I say again: Do you know Love? Maybe you do. Does Every-one? Somehow, I don't think so.

Tentative Poem (looks better in my word doc.)

Darkness
D
R
I
P
P
I
N
G
Down
To spLAsh in my heart-ache.
The sun has gone out.
I am blind.
The darkness closes in,
Choking me.
It
S
P
I
R
A
L
S
Around me,
Falling like rain.
Or tears.
Maybe it misses you as much as I do.
The sun has gone out.
My sun has gone out.
I am cold.
It is dark.
The darkness clenches around my heart
(--darkHEARTness--)
Squeezing tighter and tighter
Until the blood can not get through
The Pain
D
R
I
P
S
Off of me
Like sweat and tears.
Like rain.
Like the darkness.
Pain and Darkness surround me
Like a blanket,
Smothering me
The sun has gone out
My sun has gone out.
All that is left is my darkness.
Empty of light.
Nothing is enough to keep
Me from being empty, too.
Just empty.

<3

Love is a strange thing. I feel like Champagne; all golden, glowy, and bubbly. I can hardly wait just to hold his hand, to hug him, to look into his eyes. Who would have thought that a Tom-boy like me would become so lovey-dovey, head-over-heals in love, spouting corny sayings, and daydreaming about looking into his eyes? I wonder if anyone would have guessed that I'd be such a romantic. Who would have thought that I'd be happy just to hold hands and cuddle on the couch while watching TV and talking on the phone for hours. I never would have thought that someone else besides my mother would have taken the role of "home." I don't know when I started thinking of him as home, more so than I thought of mom as home. I wonder if that will change. I hope not. I can't imagine him not being 'home' for me, though I never used to be able to imagine that mom wasn't 'home' either. Well, she's still home, but she's second. Meople's home is another I consider 'home.' But he gets the gold above them all. And yet, I feel nervous to go to his house. I'm not nervous because of him, but because of his parents; I care what they think and it will be a little awkward to be with him and them. But I love him, and once I'm there, I will be fine. And he will be with me. And we'll be together. For a couple days at least. And the I will go to Meople's home for the 4th of July and the weekend right after.