Poetry Day Nine

 A Letter - a poetic piece by me

I think about you a lot. I miss you as soon as I get home after spending the day with you. I think maybe you feel that way too. I hope you do. Do you ever think it's funny how things worked out? I'm guessing you do, since you said the other day that you still couldn't believe we were a thing. I can't either. Maybe we both underestimate ourselves, or overestimate each other. I don't know much about all of that. But what I do know is that I felt pretty at home curled up next to you while we sat in your car, listening to folk music, and watching people drive back and forth. Did you feel that too?

I'll wait for you to write back. 

Ava