There are many things that go untold;
The secrets that remain secrets for eternity.
He couldn't tell her that when he woke up and saw her dancing in the kitchen,
The morning sun shining on her hair as she shook her hips to the obnoxiously loud music playing from the speaker,
All he could think about was how she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
His entire universe, centering around the star that shone from her entire being.
That when she laughed so hard she snorted, his heart skipped a bit and his breath caught in his throat.
The rhapsody of her voice a beatific melody soothing his damaged soul.
That from the moment she had left, he hadn't been able to play the loud overly happy pop music she listened to, that the sun didn't seem to shine as bright.
That she had taken the laughter out of his life, and his heart with it.
