I just want you to stay. I want to go back to the beginning of summer, find you, and spend the entire summer with you. Why did I meet you only two weeks ago? I want to cry but nothing will come out. Every moment spent with you made it that much harder to say goodbye last night. I won’t forget the smell of coffee mixed with cigarettes, and the way your mustache scratched my top lip. Or the way you kissed my cheek when you wanted to kiss me during a movie. I wouldn’t trade these past two weeks for anything, and I’ll look for your letter everyday.
