dear caden,
i saw you for the first time in months today. i wish i could say it was magical, something out of the fairytales, but it wasn't.
you were standing in the frozen foods section- god you were always such an awful cook- and we made eye contact for a split second; that was i t.
no slow motion hugs, or lust-driven kisses. not even a hello-how've-you-been. just heart shattering, hollow eye contact.
and it wasn't what didn't happen that killed me, it was what did.
because god damn caden, i really thought i meant something to you; but your hazel eyes were a void, and mine were a whirlwind of emotion that could never exceed my heavy eyelids.
and i guess i'm starting to understand now that you might never have loved me, and the more i think about it, the more i realize you hadn't really said it.
he said that he loved you that one time when you were seven, my brain refuses to let me move on and, f u c k, i really want to caden.
but whenever i'm about to convince myself that this was all fake, my bitch of a mind has to remind me of that time when we were ten.
we were sitting in your tree house- oh how i loved that damned tree house- and you stuck out your pinky and told me that from then on we'd express our love in linked pinkies and lightly tinted cheeks.
and even though i had told you i loved you too when we were seven, i don't think i really did until the day-of-the-pinky-promises.
i want to say that i'd do anything to take that day back, but shit caden, i love the shock that runs through my feeble body every damn time our pinkies touch.
i want to say that i don't miss you, but god fucking dammit i'm in love with you, caden.
yours (unfortunately),
piper
YOU ARE READING
caden
Poetrya series of letters caden will never read - piper © xnycophiliax [ two-thousand-&-fourteen ] lower case intended ( disclaimer ; i do not own the cover art - credit to whoever drew it )