It was important that you knew, so I told you. Scared and worried i didn't know how too,so when i did tell you it might have sounded untrue or like a joke, but it wasn't. I walk the halls while the walls hold my thoughts. When I spoke the words you brushed it off, like an important business letter being thrown away. Anyone else would be in disbelief, but I thought you would get it. Walking now, uneasy and upset, no one spoke not even a glance, maybe then was the moment of reassurance or maybe not. A letter, open for the world to read but then shut out, as if the words being spoken were scribble over with ink. I wanted you to know because I thought maybe it would enlighten me, or maybe I wanted you to know because I thought you would help, i wanted you to know because i miss you, and hurts every day seeing you that way, and I wanted you to know because there may be another day with another letter, but maybe not the same, maybe just a little twist, where I won't tell you because I won't have too, it will all be in the letter.
