WARNING: THE AUTHOR OF THIS BOOK IS MENTALLY INSANE

Let Go.

My first thought when I woke up this morning was "oh dear god, I hope I don't have to get up yet."

The next one was, "oh. I dreamed about you again."

I would be lying if I said that I didn't shower and get dressed this morning with you in mind, bluffing if I said I wasn't running conversations with you through my head like baseball pitches.

I would be lying if I didn't look at my eyeliner and remember that one time you asked to borrow it and almost didn't give it back.

My first thought when I walked into the church building was "damn. The pews are full again."

My second thought wasn't even a thought, just an instinctive action as my eyes scanned the room, searching for your face and warm eyes like smooth honey.

And now as I sit in my desk chair writing this poem and I feel chills wracking my body and my mind is trying its damned best to explode out of my skull and my eyes are red rimmed from crying I realize something.

I've never even held you and I need to let you go.

Otherwise, you'll break my heart. And I don't know if I can handle that.