her,
a love letter
i was seventeen when i met her. days on end, we’d talk for hours. time was no more, it was but an idea between the two of us. most of my days i would spend day dreaming about what we could be. my favorite color soon became her eyes. my favorite song was her voice. my favorite feeling was her hand in mine. every happy moment that one person could ever experience was felt the moment she crossed my mind. no, i didn’t think twice. when it came to her, i’d think countless times. only could she do that to me. only could she get me to change out of my favorite shirt, to a throw away sweatshirt that’s her favorite color. you see, by the time i realized i was in love with her, it was too late. at this point, it was hopelessly. it was without a doubt, love. there was no hiding from the feeling. there was no escaping the fact that we were destined to be, in one life or another. her words would strike my ear with such a blissful touch, that my heart would ache at the absence of her voice. her eyes, they possessed stars so bright the night sky remained inferior. all with a smile so perfect the sun could only shine half as bright. in my eyes, she was the garden of flowers i’ve always wanted. the feeling you get when you when you peel the plastic off a new phone. she was everything perfect. but that in itself isn’t meerley enough to describe her. i love her more than she’d ever know.
it was her, that showed me love. it was her, that loved me when i couldn’t even love myself. she is my everything and she always will be. she is my moon, my sun,
and all my stars in between.
-t
