Dear James,

I miss you.
I've been counting the days
since we last talked.
It was before then end of February
now it's the end of March.
I know it could be worse;
It could be another six-monther.
But I didn't think you loved me then
so it was okay.
But you do.
You've forgiven me,
I still don't know why,
but you did.

You are my book of grandeur;
pages unseen that I'm dying to look at,
but that are glued together.
At first they seemed to be glued together
through and through
With the stickiest of super glue,
but now it seems that only the edges are sealed.
I've cracked you.
I've pried off the cover and read page one.
It's like a five year old
reading a book
that only a handful of people in the world
can comprehend
and understanding it.

But don't get me wrong,
you intimidate me.
You make my insides soft
And my words careful.

And you hold your words careful
Careful not to get us in trouble
Though it was my fault.
But I understand.
It wouldn't be best for us
If we were caught
But only two more years
And we can be together
Again and for the last time
Because I do not plan on leaving you
for anything.
Though I haven't been the greatest
and neither have you.
We can be flawed together.

And you make me shine.
On my worst of days,
I'm gorgeous to you.
You make my beauty
when I thought it never could.
I don't need to be your skinny-mini,
I'm perfect left alone.
I'm perfect.
I'm your little, perfect, beautiful girl.
You love me.
And I love you.
And I miss you.
Please come back soon.