The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was

seven: to the boy i loved at sixteen

i can tell you one thing that's for sure
i could meet a million different men
with perfect faces and hearts of gold
but i will forever want the boy
who i loved at sixteen
who taught me that life is not always perfect
it is messy and confusing
with dark tunnels and twists and turn
but there are moments of clarity
when the darkness fades away
when the only thing that matters
is the feeling of arms around you
on winter nights
where the world seems a little more bright
and our hearts a little bit bigger