T O, N.

You once gave me a leather bound journal and told me to "make a world of my poetry" between the pages. Little did you know, that I planned to fill book from start to finish of poems of attempts to explain the indescribable love we once shared...

... but we never got that chance.

because if there is a God out there, He took you far too soon, He teased us with time to plan our future but failed to gift us the future to live out what we promised each other.

For you, i'll never let your name die with you. I knew if you had the chance, you'd paint your name around the world - so instead, i'll write a book of poetry and dedicate the whole thing to you.

You were so loved,
H.