I want to write about the mornings, the sterility of the stark, cold light.
I don’t want our story to end here, and your words may be the only thing that can save us.
To me, love was inordinate.
No one ever walks away from love, knowing they can never go back.
I saw love in your smile and I recognized it for the first time in my life.
Close your eyes and think about that boy. Tell me how he makes you feel. Let your mind trace over his tired shoulders. Allow your thoughts to linger on that beautiful smile.
Are you okay; because I love you.