september 6, 2012
dear adam,
the haze over the water on staten island is bringing on nostalgia of when you and I sat on this bench, looking out, contemplating the meaning of love.
it's windy as ever this morning. you always reminded me to bring an extra coat to account for wind chill. being as stubborn as I am, I never listened.
but today your voice rang loud in my head telling me to bring one.
so I brought yours. the denim one I always used to steal.
because no matter how defiantly I protested against bringing another jacket, I always ended up cold.
and because you knew me so well, you always brought an extra, just in case.
you took such good care of me, adam, even when I didn't know how to take care of myself.
YOU ARE READING
letters to adam
Short Storydear adam, here are all of the words I wish I'd said before our love was lost forever. sincerely yours, aimee
