i'd like to think that i'm not the only one who constantly thinks about everything we did. all the things we've said. all the 'i love you's' that we've uttered. all the conversations past midnight. all those long facetime calls. all those long paragraphs explaining our love for each other, to which we could not even begin to describe the depth of. all the compliments. the feelings of true love that i haven't felt for anyone else. all the plans. our first kiss. where we would live. what we would do, if we were with each other in that moment. the way your face would light up when you saw me. the way i could make you laugh, so effortlessly. the way that you looked like a true beauty queen to me. the way i treated you like my queen because you were, you were my queen. all of our songs, the way we would speak spanish in front of your friends and laugh when they didn't understand. the way i felt inexplicably and incredibly fucking happy any moment i spoke to you. the way we planned our first kiss atop a ferries wheel, when it was night time. the way i would flaunt you to all my friends because you were mine and only ever mine. i'm reliving the tales that may told. the way that only within a week, i had fallen for you, and hard. i was truly, madly and deeply in love with you.
then came the bad parts, when i had thought i lost you. i hadn't truly lost you, but i felt that a part of me, the best part of me, had been ripped and torn. i was never getting that back. i couldn't even think about existing without you. you were my support system. you were my heart and soul. you were the reason i held on. you were the reason why i woke up everyday and was happy. i haven't been the same without you. i will never be the same without you. you were my only one and now you're gone.
