You

I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re the first girl I’ve paid attention to not just the physical but the mental and the spiritual. I know the things you’re scared of, your insecurities too. Truth be told I can probably write a book about you explaining who you are your every last scar the ones on your thighs, the ones in your heart and the ones that linger when it’s dark . I was always there, the one you could lean on and tell me anything. I wouldn’t care. The moments that we shared could bring me all to tears because I said I loved you and you said you loved me too. I’ve lost you and but I’ve never lost the memory of you. You pushed me to be a better person, when I was hurting you pulled my pain away I loved showing you how much you mean to me. Waking you up with breakfast and roses because I love you and I thought that you should know it. I’ve never been good at showing it but for you it came naturally. We’d sit down and chat when ever you got mad at me discussing all our issues I think that’s why I really miss you. We communicated emotionally expressed our selves openly and I’d never want any one as close to me.