i still want to share about all the books i read with you.

i dont believe in “the one” but i mean...it’s you

I have been going through my letters

I can't believe I loved you so much

Was it a misunderstanding on your part? A misreading on my part? Or was I indirect to a fault? Did I ask to read too much between the lines? Should I have just said that I’d like to know you? 

Were you saying no? Or were you just confused?

I was clumsy, that I know all too well.

But do I try again later, or do I let this go?

In the end you didn’t climb the walls I built and I shouldn’t have asked you to. I’ll miss you.

I love you by the way..

Hey,

It’s been a while, but I still find myself always thinking of you.

Kit has traveled around 35 countries

Kit is getting a PhD right now

Kit is working with a team compiling one of the most important archives in the world on on violent extremists and terrorist cells

Kit writes world-changing poetry

Kit speaks four languages

Kit cries at every episode of "Modern Love"

Kit has spent chunks of her life working with refugees and orphans

Kit draws better than anyone I know

Kit is a published journalist

Kit is writing a novel in her spare time

Kit sat down one day and decided to sculpt, and she was really great at it

Kit is a really good cook

Kit has raised thousands of pounds for charities

Kit laughs in such a deep, absurd way you can't help but laugh along

Kit sits with her knees tucked to her chest even when she's at a desk in the library

Kit hums while she eats

Kit is kind and a defender of the defenceless

Kit is absurdly loyal

Kit is one of the funniest people I have ever met

Kit feels deeply about the people and places and moments within her sphere of influence, and she is intentional about making each of those things better for being around her

Kit is an adventure-instigator

Kit is always striving

Kit works hard and throws her self, full-force into her endeavours


And even after all that...


Kit is insecure and wonders if anyone will ever love her. I stand there and try to remind her, every chance I get, that she is one of the most spectacular humans on this whole planet. And if she ever received even a tenth of the love she gave away, it'd be more than most of us know in a lifetime.

I barely know you. But I'm liking what I know. Can I tell you this?

Ive been missing you.... Maybe its the beauty of this season, a sort of nostalgia, that somehow reminds me of you. The change in seasons, a constant reminder that time, just keeps moving forward. Like me I suppose. Time is pushing further away from you. The days pass, and I have so much to tell you. So much to share. But you are somewhere else, not so far away, maybe even everywhere. I tell the trees and the moon about you, hoping somehow you hear whispers about how much I miss you.