Old pictures

I want to marry you. 

Everyone thinks I'm crazy. This is so classic. But I do. I don't see why we would ever break up. 

Please don't forget about me. I'm worried you've already started to. Please flyer, please. I love you. 

Looking through old pictures is like a fleeting goodbye kiss--it's amazing for a second, then stings for so long afterwards. 

I want to have new pictures with you too. We can't end like this flyer. Promise me we won't. 

Please. 

I'm reconsidering everything. I am so confused. I've never been this confused before. It's awful. 

Are you as confused as I am? 

I know you're not as sad as I am. Which is comforting because I never want you to be sad, but it's terrifying at the same time because you're okay without me when I'm not okay without you. 

This next week needs to fly by. I need to be in your arms. I need to. Just to be able to look at you, I'd give anything for that. 

I love you to the moon and back. 

-Beaskie