Timing is everything. For the last three weeks, I’ve been convinced that time has been consistently screwing me over. You and I have been stumbling around the same college town for a year and a half, completely unaware that someone so similar existed.
The connection between us is undeniable and we both knew it from the very beginning. Within minutes, verbal communication ceased and we unconsciously reverted back to techniques that our ancestors once used: laughing and the occasional soul quenching stares.
Our minds couldn’t comprehend how this seemingly effortless interaction could be more than just a dream. I’ve never felt so understood, and so willing to be myself around someone until I met you. With you, my heart never stood a chance.
You graduate in less than 24 hours, and I’ve still got another year here. I’m afraid that you’ll forget me. But, I can promise that I won’t ever forget you. I’ve known you for less than a month, yet somehow, the thought of you leaving makes my soul quiver and heart physically ache in ways that I never knew existed.
I believe that everyone comes into our lives for a reason. And you, my dear, definitely came into my life for more than just one reason.
You showed me that my vulnerable, and naked soul is worth falling for; that who I am on the inside is more than enough. I am writing this to thank you for choosing to spend the last few weeks you had left in this college town with me. I know that even if our paths never cross again, I am completely capable of being this vulnerable with someone else later down the road.
You’ve taught me more in these past three weeks than anyone has in my twenty-one years.
Unforgettably yours, B.