to: c

you're bringing the girl you now love instead of me to all your favorite places, like
the bakery where we had our first date and the restaurant where you told me you
loved me. you bring her to your high school, to ice skate so she can hold onto your
arm the way i used to cling to you when the ice threatens to give out beneath my
feet. to your house where she can meet your mother and i still wish i could have
met your mother. she wouldn't have approved of me. is it okay for me to be hurt?
is it okay for me to feel pain when i see that you belong to another girl now? is it
still okay for me to miss you, even when you've grown cold toward me? i think
about the girl you're bringing everywhere, how you're with her 24/7 and i still
wish that was me. i'm sorry i can't be with you, always, that i'm unable to be by
your side at all times. i wish it were me who sleeps in the warmth of your house,
whom you hold close to your heartbeat late at night, whom you share a thousand
dinners and breakfasts with. i'm sorry i wasn't able to spend every day with you.
i hope you know that if i could, i would have spent every second with you,
holding you beneath my breath and between my lips like a prayer.