Ray and Christa one-shot. Kinda sad and really short.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I'm no good at this poem thing,
but I love you
Don't worry,I can't write a poem either, so this comes to you in letter form. I love you, too.
Thank goodness. I thought I was gonna go mad without knowing. Or knowing that you didn't love me back. Well, thank you for loving me back.
You should have already know that.
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
And the writing continues. I feel like writing to you these last seven months have been the greatest of m life. And I know we pretty much see each other everyday, but I this. You know, seven months ago, I would have never even thought about telling you my feelings, I was too afraid to say anything. Afraid of ruining a great friendship and driving you off. But now, I'm glad I did it, because I love you and you love me back. And now I just have one question to write to you as I sit on this bench, waiting for the cab to take me to your home. Will you*
I know exactly what you were going to ask. But the car got to you to quickly for you to ask. And now, as I write this last letter before your funeral and I slip it into your coffin, I say this with one last look at you, the man I love.
I love you, too.