Arcadia

15

Will you believe me if I tell you I love you? Even if I can never figure out what love means?

I guess you don't have to believe anyway. Love is only a four letter word, and even though words have their own magic, they seem like a cage, sometimes. Like now. I don't want to contain everything I feel into words, and I guess that's okay.

Someday 'we' will be a memory. Something to look back on, something to celebrate. Someday, 'we' will mean something different to you, something you left behind. Memories play games with us, but this evening was magic, the kind of magic I want to freeze in time.

I love you, whatever that means. That is all.