I loved him.
I loved how he made me feel.
The feeling of a million galaxies exploding in my heart.
How when I was with him I felt like I was complete.
He was my favourite breath of fresh air.
I loved him.
I loved his carefree attitude.
The way he carried himself I admired.
I would watch in complete awe at this boy.
As such as a child would on Christmas Day with a new toy.
I loved him.
I loved his mind.
The fact of brilliant he was without even trying.
He honestly tried harder to hide his beautiful gift.
This being the most tragic part.
I loved him.
I loved him a lot.
Thinking about it now though,
I love him.
