To YOU who literally went away, 

      I still remember that night we knew you were leaving for Canada to be with your family. 

     We sat beside each other on top of your car, my head on your shoulder as I wore your jacket. We were just sadly looking at the sky and wished we could stop time as we usually did.

       Then I saw a falling star.

       I wished for you that night.

      Then I believed wishing on falling stars was true. 

      I had you. I HAD you. I had you... but I would've wished you would not go away.

     I know you weren't happy when you left the country, when you left me. It crushed both our hearts and I'm sorry for the pain that we've caused each other because of the distance and the conflicts in our lives that tore us really apart. I know we've said sorry to each other but I'm again I'm sorry for the rude words I said that I probably didn't mean, for the times I chose to understand myself more than you. I'm sorry I decided first. I never wanted to hurt you, that would be the last thing I would want to happen so again, I'm sorry.

      But let me thank you for really loving me for who and what I am. Thank you for the random days and the late evenings we've spent with each other, laughing, eating under christmas lights, talking, just walking around everywhere and just really... being together.  I'm very grateful for introducing me to your friends, how I wish I was able to do the same. And I would never regret that you were the first guy I introduced to my whole family. Thank you for always taking me to UP with you back then. I really think the place witnessed how we loved each other, that's why I remember you every time I drove there. 

     I really should thank you for a lot of things but I think I couldn't thank you enough. 

 I'm thankful to the Man Above that you were my first because you really took care of me and loved me. Now I know that when I would look back at my first relationship someday, I would smile because we once became infinite.

   I hope in the near future, our paths may cross again and maybe....

Feelings without wax, 

Anne