Not a day goes by when I don't think of you. I left my heart back in Cali where we first met that
summer. My heart is frozen just like the snow and ice that rests outside my window right now here in
New York. It's the same coldness you made me feel the day you said it was over. It isn't over with
me, not by a long shot.
I feel my chest grow heavy with heartache the more I recall the last
words you spoke to me. "We have to go our separate ways now. I have to follow my dream and go
to Hollywood to become the actor I know I can be and you... well, you have a on-again-off-again
boyfriend to go home to." The look in your eyes said you wanted to be with me despite the fact
that my vacation time was over but your heart couldn't handle the long distance
I cried the hardest the second I stepped onto that airplane. When I looked out
the window from my seat, I could still see you standing in front of the large glass wall of the
airport and I hoped a little part of you died too so you could understand how deeply I had fallen in
love with you in those few short weeks. I felt sick the moment the plane took off, slowly making
it's way down the runway to where I couldn't see you anymore.
It's been six months since I
last saw you and I'm finally starting to give up my hope and faith in you to ever get in contact
with me again. If you wanted, you could have found me easily on the internet on the various sites
that you and I have in common but alas, still no word. I just want to know you're safe and not dead
in a ditch somewhere, that would be the worst thing I could imagine right now.
I will try to
make it a full calender year before I give up completely and move on with my life but I never want
to forget you. I can finally admit it now that I am hopelessly, endlessly, head-over-heels in love
with you and I can only pray that you still feel the same for me. So this is to you my dear, the man
that reminded me that love can really happen at first sight. I love you, wherever you may be right