A Love letter.
We just bumped into each other.
I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend.
(well - I was!)
But there could be no-way
I could have imagined
YOU!
Before you I’d only ever been -
’like a brother’ to girls.
And how was I doing that?
At school I was told -
’Not tonight, I’m washing my hair’.
I can add that to my lexicon of rejection.
And then there was you.
I thought - no chance. Too classy.
So don’t laugh (even to be cute).
How could I possibly have understood?
But I understand now.
I understand me.
And if I had known me then?
Well -
that’d be an entirely different story.
And were you looking too?
You seemed an experienced player
you knew boys -
better than I knew girls.
But finally -
today -
I realised.
You were looking!
I laugh at that thought (now).
The - ‘what-ifs’, what- ‘could-have-been’. If only I’d known.
My truest
dearest love.
If you don’t cry I won’t.
Because - It’s fine to look back.
You and me.
Together in love.
And when I do
I smile.
How could I not?
I smile -
because if I hadn’t have met you -
I’d have met someone else.
Image; Art Johntone. ‘Rach’ Ruishton 1982. The first picture of Summer.