Writing this in between the pages of an old history book. Sitting on the train now, having just gotten off the phone with you. Funny, you don't know really know someone till you've sat with them for 20 minutes and not really say anything.
I'm not sure how this started or where its going to go. Despite you telling me, swearing even that I don't bother you. Sometimes and quite often I think I do. I think a person can only hear about bright bumblebee's and sad lunar moths for so long. I digress, Friend, I think and I may be to blunt here. But, I think your the saddest boy that's ever lived.. Your bright, don't get me wrong. But your sadness is almost all consuming. Your stories make me ache, your whispers leave me wondering. Sometimes, I wish I could take you and plop you in a bit of my canned sunshine for awhile. Just to let you shine from the inside out..
You speak so much of ending it all. Take my eyes for awhile, I'll lend them to you. Theres so much to see out there. Its so bright here. The way the sun hits the tree's, the sky -it goes so far up. The clouds sprinkle and the stars sing. I'd give up a bit of forever just to have you be able to see the way I do.
The world isn't bleak and the darkness can't last. My Dear, no matter how much you fight the sun, it will still come up in the morning.
Maybe its wrong getting so attached to you. Perhaps its to much of a risk. You said you could go at any moment. Any second. It could be two minutes from now and I wouldn't know.
Are you to bright for a world like ours? Do you see what I miss? Keeping you here would be selfish. There might be something bigger and brighter out there for you. Something we are just to dull to notice..
If you do go, None of the would'a, could'a or should have's in the world will be able to stop you. But know that, that recent and sudden brightness in my world will be diminished and you will be greatly missed.
