you were holding your grandma's hand
as she died.
And-
a few days before she had said
that she dreamed that her husband,
who you were named after,
drove down in his old Thunderbird
and picked her up.
I can't imagine how that feels.
I am going to tell you how I feel...
I can't keep hoping for these
magical, hollywood romances.
Not that they don't,
or couldn't
exist,
but rather,
that they will never manifest
without initiation.
As is with everything else
in life.
Objects in motion.
If I could have one thing,
it would be for you to feel
even just the slightest bit
the same.
For you to give me a chance.
Or at least,
the very least,
forget.
And go on as
if it never was said.
Because-
I can guarantee
that I'm different...
and I would be worth it.
"Remind
me
to tell
you
something
important
when I
get home"
