. . .

Paper hearts,
Surrounding me,
Each containing poems and letters of how I feel about you.

I smile as I think about you,
How happy you make me,
And wish that I could make you as happy.

But my smile doesn't last that long.

It falters as I realize maybe you're just a crush,
Maybe you're only in my life for a moment.

Somehow,
Some day,
I'm gonna have to let you go,
Let my feelings for you go.

The thought alone makes the sadness bubble up inside of me.

But,
I can't ignore it.

If I let go right now,
It won't be as painful as later on.

With a broken heart,
I make my decision,
Hoping we can maybe still remain friends.

I attach the paper hearts to the balloons I had prepared,
And with light footsteps,
Step outside,
Onto the pavement.

I look up at the sky,
Letting out a broken sigh as I close my eyes for a moment.

I love you,
I whisper to myself,
Before releasing the balloons from my grasp.

I gaze at how each one flew away,
Growing further apart from each other,
From me,
Before they disappeared forever.

I hope people who find my letters,
My poems,
My paper hearts,
Realize their love,
Take the leap,
Make the most of their time before it runs out.

I hope,
It finds a way to you,
Signed with love,
From yours truly,

My paper hearts.