Dear Andrew

Dear Andrew,

I love you.
Remember our last conversation?
We stood, feet planted on the same deceptively stable piece of earth.
And as the soft blue sky came down on our last moments,
We spoke of ourselves, each other, everything.

For days before you left, I thought about what to say.
What parting words could ever do justice to the most powerful, profound, and life-altering connection I’ve ever felt?
Contemplating the sweet nature of our souls, so beautifully intertwined, renders me speechless.

Humanity seemed so understandable from your passenger’s seat at 4am.
Me at this desk—you so far away from anything I know—
I understand nothing and it feels so real.
My very bones ache from the gravity of your absence,
As it pulls me to the other side of the globe.

It’s only now that you’re gone that I realize you’re the only one who understands me.
Alone on the edge of the earth we created for ourselves,
I feel crazy, foreign, lost, confused.

When you come home we’ll both be very different.
But I will still love you and think of you in this foggy abyss that settles over the next eight months.
Because when I consider life, myself, the world, music, anything—
You are the voice in my head.

Love, Arielle