You were amazing, all he could ask for. He loved you, cared about you and he never found himself thinking of anyone but you.
You were his world, his whole universe. When he looked at you he saw millions of stars shining bright in the sky. He saw beauty in all of its grace and elegance. He saw perfection, a gift given to him by only fate.
He would often catch himself smiling for no reason but come to find that you were the reason for all of his happiness. You made him whole. You were his soul and his heart. He loves hearing your voice, or just the feeling of comfort and everlasting happiness he feels when you enter a room.
He loves holding you and laying his head in the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses everywhere. He loved the way you were sculpted and how every inch of your body was absolute perfection.
He loved the smell of lavender in your soft, cascading hair. He loved the way your eyes lit up when you spoke of something you loved. He loved the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. He loved the way you laughed and gasped for air. He loved the way you held his hand and held him close.
He loved the way you made him feel. He loved everything about you. But he hated the fact that he could never go on without you.
