You and me, chéri, we were it for me.
How did we do so wrong to each other?
And now, there's no you. Only empty spaces that you left all over me.
Oh darling, how did we hurt each other that much?
Was our love so great that it exploded like a freaking supernova? Because I know that you were my whole universe. My sweet love, now there's nothing left for me. Were you so selfish that you took everything?
Only memories, burning my flesh that way that your mouth once did. You remember those nights, don't you? We were so young and wild. We put our needs first, and than the world came second. Remember when stars came out of your eyes? I'll tell you a secret - i had stars in my eyes too. But yours... Yours looked ravishing, because, you know, the stars do belong to the night sky. And then, when morning rolled, and the rays hit your skin, among the blankets, those stars would disappear chéri, for only the night could handle the lies they hid.
Not that you weren't beautiful in the morning, don't get me wrong. In the morning you were the smell of fresh coffee and an old book. You were pure serendipity, sat at the small stool on my little balcony, the cigarette in your hand, and the smoke blown from your mouth. And yet you couldn't give me a few moments more. There never was a few more minutes with you... You were so stubborn darling, and even tho i could barely make the words leave my lips, you never had that problem. So you left just like you always did. I could never see the light of day with you, that light would have burned your soul darling. Left...
And when you'd leave the day would become undeniably boring. There was everything, anything I could want and yet everything wasn't you.
How would you spend your time, if time seamed to stood still? God, oh God, i just wanted it gone. So i visited streets that we were never going to walk together, shops where we'd never buy anything from, saw people that we'd never see together, wrote you letters that you were never going to read and prayed. Prayed that the world isn't as cruel, as it seemed when you were gone.
I wish I could say that you were the purest form of art, because sometimes you looked like it. But that wasn't the case with you. Because art, chéri, is there for everyone and anyone to see, one it is put on paper it stays there until the end of time. But you, you were just a glance of the universe. And on those rare, precious moments , that happened when you weren't paying attention, you'd allow me to have a glance into your feelings, and it was like being among cherry blossoms.
You do remember those times right? You remember that night right?
Nights were your thing. Always. And when you came it was already past midnight. People say that when the sun comes up, new day is born. For me hope was born a few minutes past midnight. You came with rugged clothes, and they were a bit mismatched, but darling everything else was perfection. We sat on the bed with full glasses of wine. You didn't talk. You gave me your clothes a few moments past midnight, and I gave you my words. Everything else that you wanted from me was already given. And you laid between the sheets, your body an empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay. Who could do u justice? Not even the greatest painters darling, and God knows I'm not painter. So I gave you my words love, just so I could turn you into art, just so you could never be the way you were that night. No man under this sun deserved you love, not even me.
Nights were your thing. Always. And when the sun came up and you were still tangled in the sheets, warm and soft and silk-like, so warm darling, somethings was wrong. Your lashes brushed a few times against your cheek, and slowly moved up revealing your irises. There were words in them. My words in your eyes, my love. I knew what they meant for you, even tho i wished i didn't. And then you smiled. You wanted to say goodbye. And so we did. And when it was all said and done those canvases and sheets, and every little god damned piece of you was painted black. All had been washed in black...Black, love, black.
In our life there are rare moments that last a day, a week, some years maybe. And in those moments we meet extraordinary people that change our life forever.
And you were it for me chéri, you and me, us, we were it for me.
