"Did you cry when I left?", I ask.
You shake your head, almost immediately, a blush coating your soft cheeks.
And though you open your mouth to lie, "No, I didn't.", I know you don't mean it.
I look at you closely, noticing your pretty brown eyes that are now glossy, the tip of your nose that starts to scrunch and the trembling of your beautiful lips that are a work of art.
I frown, not wanting to be the reason to ever cause you hurt.
But I can't help the small smile that finds its way to my face, knowing that someone like you could ever shed a tear over someone like me.
It truly is a miracle, just like you.
The miracle that made its way into my dull life and transformed it into something worth loving, worth living.
You were the colour that infiltrated my sky of grey and black, you were the planets and galaxies that brightened the dark vacuum I was trapped in and you were the sweet chocolate that poured itself into my plain milk; that gave me the kind of delight I have never felt before.
You are a lot of things in my life.
And I know, I can never hurt you and never will, because you hold my heart within the safe grasp of your fingers.
Because, if I break your heart, I break along with you.
And I'd rather be broken and lost for the rest of my life, than to live one without you in it.
