The Anatomy of An Aguamala

One can find love in remembered letters, in tender embraces, in shy glances. I think it’s possible to find love and in return have someone requite that love, even if it is only for a short period of time. Just because that sort of love is fleeting doesn’t mean it isn’t powerful, it isn’t true. I think in a way that sort of love is far more true than any other kind, because in a way you give yourself completely to the other person, with no thought of the repercussions.” —pinpricks.tumblr.com

Stolen smiles, running away from fire drills, walking to class in the rain and forgetting that we aren’t supposed to be friends. Building forts underneath tin wooden desks, coveting dusty, old year books with silly pictures hidden inside. Wondering who will look at our school photos in fifty years and if they ever would have guessed how much I love you from the posed, uncomfortable smiles on our faces. They say you were a lovely mistake.
But I don’t think we were an accident. I loved you for a time and I love you whenever I think of these memories, no matter where you may be in the world.

This wasn’t the original letter, I’ll never have the courage to read that. But I will grant that post those two forbidden words:

Love,

me.