i forget sometimes about the letters we wrote with moves under sheets at night. we always made sure to dot each i and cross each t. i liked being able to tell you i love you and not have to say a word. i miss July nights. back porch kisses and a bed that was never empty. when i didn't have to release my feelings with words mixed to make metaphors. i try to not take all of this too seriously. but sometimes, i have to.