We never spent much time together after that phone call. But the last weekend I got to spend with you was amazing.
Every second I was with you was a rush of emotion.

You're gone now, you're already a thousand miles away. It's breaking my heart to know that I'm never going to get another chance. I'll never kiss you again. Never feel your arms around me.

I remember every minute. I just want it back. I want you back. I want to fall asleep in your arms again. Wake up to you singing in my ear and kissing me. I just want those three months and nineteen days back. I miss the way you smell. The way I could play with your hair. The way you tried on my pants. The way we'd take pictures. The way we would chase eachother outside the Courtyard and then collapse onto the grey brick bench in a heap of laughter and you'd kiss me and smile, and tickle me. Those old ladies would laugh at us and say "Silly kids."

When we spent the night at Jill's with her and Michael. And you went around yelling and wrote "I LOVE Claire" on your chest. And the burnt pancakes you and Michael fixed for us that morning. The pizza fights we had.

I still remember the first time we kissed. It was rainging outside and we were waiting in the Courtyard for New Brookland Tavern to open up for the Estrela show. And I asked you to light my cigarette and you reached over, and pulled the cigarette out of my mouth and replaced it with your lips.

The first time you said "I love you" to me. When you were tickling me after I beat you in air hockey.

How we watched Fairly Oddparents with eachother and cracked up.

When we fell asleep in eachothers arms and woke up staring at eachother.

I will always be your Darla, you will always be my Alfalfa.

Love always,
Claire

( dear you )