How are you? I hope you’re well. I looked at me in the mirror yesterday and I saw a glimpse of the me I was with you. Remember her?
Remember when you were young and fun and had a full head of hair? Or when you would do stupid stuff just for the fun of laughing and living? Remember him?
Remember when we would hug because it felt good? Or when it was the absolute worst feeling to not talk for a day? When we couldn’t envision ourselves without each other? Remember then?
Remember when all we had were dreams and energy and time? When “I love you” meant exactly what we thought it meant and weighed exactly what we thought it did? Remember that?
I remember that innocence and the extremity of our dependence on each other’s existence. I wish we had stayed that way. I honestly do. Not because of regret. I love the me I am now. I hope you love you.
I just had hoped to have live my life with you and yesterday when I glimpsed that me in passing, I vaguely recalled how much I loved you. But we were kids and didn’t know what life had in store.
So from the other side of the bridge here I am shouting, I love you, with that sweet childlike innocent love I always have and I hope life has been kind to you. I hope you still have that smile I loved and that kindness I lived for. I hope you are receiving the care you deserve from a heart as pure as yours had always been. And I pray you are happy, fulfilled and alive.
And until next time, if there is a next time, take care of you, because even from this far away, it would hurt my soul if I found you haven’t. And it’s ok to from time to time, remember how you were when we were us. I don’t think you will ever be a better, sweeter or safer version of you than that. Again, I love you, as I always have and will.
From your first love, because you were also my first love.

