There is a list that is not written down and will never be found. It’s called a still-love-you list, compiled by me, for those who are on it and always will be.
- Some I once loved in the hot-fiery way that lights up the night and burns through the day, then explodes in an instant or just fades away. Such ones have hurt me, and I have hurt them, yet we gathered the ashes, at the end. These are the ones I will not see again.
- Some I loved quickly, headlong and free, a bright-feathered thing that flies out of reach. They came and they went, they were just passing by—that one-breathless moment before the goodbye. These are the ones that leave only a smile.
- Some I loved hopeless, desperately, knowing how claimed or closed off they would be. These I loved quietly, from afar, watching and waiting and wishing on stars. These are the ones who leave unformed scars.
None of them know of my still-love-you list; some would not wish to, some would not care. And yet some may have still-love-you lists of their own, that they also have no need to write down or share…and maybe on some of them, my name is there.