“…There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark… Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their name pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them, even to yourself, words are useless.” 

The sound of your heart, is a tiny orchestra playing just for me. 
These things only you and I understand, are of significance, they are a mutuality, they are balanced. We are always meeting in the middle as pendulums do, and this way I can never truly be finished, as there’s always some union between the two of us. Some gravitational pull present between the hearts we hold. I’d rather tear at your soul, and rip it into little tiny paper shreds, just so I can write the words “i love you” on every piece of it . Every tiny piece of you that is me, will be remembered, will be cherished, will be loved. We are entangled within a web of lying awake at night thinking of ways to express the ways we admire the grace within the other. I am so hopelessly entranced within the feel of your hands, radiance in your stance, the mold, make, and the break of your plans. Sometimes I get so lonely inside of your love, only because I know you are not made for me and neither am I for you. I cant help but think, whoever is lucky enough to have you for eternity better know how to love you so long it actually lasts. To touch that spot in your soul that holds the perfection you have yet to release, to create with you something so beautiful, we have yet to see. You deserve it all, even if you cant get IT from me. So now I wonder, how long it’ll take me to make the changes necessary for me to become a necessity to you, to ensure my place in your heart is never filled with something ordinary. For together, you and I create and exceed all standards, all stigma. We outlive the lies of the past and create truth within this substance, this love. You are incredible and I am blessed to have known you, to know you, to have seen you grow. 

“If you admire someone, tell them, because people never get the flowers while they can still smell them.”

I’ll always be around, never too far outside of your reach, never too deep for you to swim in. I’ll never just stand by and watch you drown, all that you ask of me WILL be fulfilled. Sometimes I wish you were here, I wish you never left, but most of all, I wish you well.. I wish you my very, very best. 

We dont live to be ressurrected, we die and long to know that every error we’ve ever lived has somehow been detected, every mistake we’ve ever made has somehow been corrected, the person that we were has somehow been perfected, and all the love we’ve ever lost is present where expected.. in the hearts of those we love the most. I hope you know, for me thats you.