When she cries the rivers of my heart flood. With every tear I wish I could take away all the pain. She doesn't deserve any of the suffering. Her sadness masks her beautiful eyes. What was once a pretty green and vibrant blue, is now distort. I want I be there to comfort her, to be her shoulder to cry upon. But we are separated by so much. In the short time we have been together she has changed my story. Every good tale begins with one thing. The pretty girl who sweeps the boy off his feet. The girl who brightens his every day. The girl who makes him smile in the face of the devil. The girl who makes him feel... who makes him feel whole. The beginning of my story started a while ago. She made me smile terrifically in the middle of a somber conversation. And my only explanation for it, and the way my story starts, was her.
