I wanted to write you a letter today

but when I wrote hello

it looked too much like goodbye.

The same hand, 

the same pen,

the same paper;

how could they all write

such conflicting thoughts

that would change my world?

How could my life hang on these words

without the walls crashing in

to stop me from wronging you?

I wanted to write you a letter today

but the blank page reminded me

of something you once told me:

I love you now, and I will love you always.

So instead I wrote down the only words

that nothing in this world could change.