Letter 2

I hope one day you'll find an old note from me

and it will take you back to us driving in your jeep

with the top off and the music blasting

your hand resting in mine

so lost in time thinking we would never run out of it. 

And maybe you'll begin to wonder,

If I still love sour patch watermelons more than life itself,

Or if I still am too scared to ride the blue slide at seven peaks,

And maybe you'll wonder

If I still wonder

About you, too.

xx