In time the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years I found myself looking for you and when the feelings got too strong Id write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then youd gone on with your life and I didnt want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didnt ever want to lose that.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.