I just want you to know I used to look at you like you were a god.
The only God good enough for these atheistic eyes.
I hope you realize how beautiful your voice was to me; a beautiful, heart breaking violin symphony to my awaiting ears.
Something I wanted to hear for the rest of my life.
And for your information the only "hard part" was knowing I was forbidden from ever really touching your life, your memories, your world. Just you.
It was always just you.
If love in its rawest, purest form is addicting then I was already an addict. You were an amazingly beautiful type of frightening like the clouds before a thunderstorm.
And now, if I had known we'd be apart, if I had known where you'd be standing now was not next to me I would have looked you in the eye when we talked because you know I was always bad at that.
I would have told you how much I appreciated your special ticks that made you being you, you!
It was always just you.
But it's too late now there are too many memories you're not apart of and too many stories you're not in.
And I'm sorry!
Another thing is bad at saying but your inner thunderstorm was just too much for my inner rain.
