He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, such a light brown they were golden. When he laughed they sparkled like two precious jewels. His hands fit mind perfectly. Bigger than mine, but still warm and inviting, always a path to adventure. I felt at home in his arms. I fit perfectly into them, like a puzzle piece. There was a notch in his shoulder, so comfortable it beat the softest pillow. We could lay for hours, intertwined, just talking. He had the most amazing mind, always full of the brightest ideas and thoughts. He was a wonderful story teller, I remember just wanting to listen to him for hours. He always knew how to make me laugh when I was sad. He didn’t know it, but he was my medicine to the sadness. When he was around it was like the darkness didn’t exist. He showed me real love, and how to trust again. He had opened my mind heart and soul. I felt whole with him. Someone I had once thought I could never love had suddenly become the most important person in my life. He was my everything my answer to life.
But I wasn’t his. I wasn’t what he needed. I will spend the rest of my life wishing that I could have been what he needed, that I could have meant as much to him as he did to me. I don’t want to live a life without him, but unfortunately that isn’t up to me. It never was.
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