You're an angel.
In your own way,
you've saved me from pain that you don't even understand.
There's so much you don't even know.
And if I could find the words,
You would already be mine.
I can only hold your gaze, and hope you feel it.
I've written so much to channel these things that I feel.
Most of the time I don't recognize myself.
Most of the time, I'm thinking of some way to thank you.
Most of the time, I just wait for the day to finish, and watch as time beats me in this race. Again.
Sometimes, I remember my sixteenth birthday. It rained the entire day. It rained until I let myself fall asleep to the gentle rhythm of droplets hitting my windows. Even though I've always thought it was the most beautiful thing, it only made me cry that night.
In another universe, I cry over you every night.
Here, it simply isn't in my nature.
You are still the most beautiful thing.
