Maybe it's the way the rain fell so beautifully upon your perfectly tousled curls,
Maybe it's the way the wind blew so hard against you but you still stood strong and didn't so much as stumble,
Maybe it's the way the sun shone so brightly on you, as if it had concentrated it's rays into your area of space, making your eyes squint when you smile,
Maybe it's the way the snow caused you to wear gloves even though your hands were still freezing and you loved to hold my face and make me squeal from the ice cold temperature against my skin,
Maybe it's the way the light seemed to make your eyes sparkle and glow and that glint came into them as you smiled at me,
Maybe it's the way the darkness made me feel so much more secure when with you, as you'd kiss my forehead gently while looking up at the moon and stars,
Maybe it's the way the rain fell so beautifully on your perfectly tousled curls
That made me realise how much I hate you because you're so god damn perfect,
So perfect but I can't have you anymore.
