A Letter To My Dead Lover.

Dearest Jack,

The point of this letter is stupid but I write it to you to share what I feel now you are dead, it's kind of like a poem so here goes

Our first kiss.

I remember it well. It seems like yesterday now.

But in reality it has been ten years since your death.

My jean jacket you kept of mine is safely stored here.

And that postcard is still hanging on my wall.

I can't help thinking for one crazy second that their maybe one in the mailbox for me.

But reality kicks in again and I remember I will never receive one from you.

But our first kiss.

Wary and unsure of you I was.

It seems silly to think that now.

Your palms against my cheeks, pulling me towards you.

Lips tenderly brushing against each other.

I miss your kiss so much it aches.

And I miss your warm body close to mine.

I miss your soft touch against my skin, the way it made me tingle.

The way you smelt.

That mixture of aftershave and something I could never put my finger on.

The sight of you every morning waking up next to me was like looking at the most beautiful thing in the world, better than the views on Brokeback.

My heart will always belong to you Jack no matter what happens.

Because Jack. I Swear to love you forever.

With all the love in the world

Ennis