Love can be so complicated, yet it's so simple when I'm helping someone else with it.. I still remember thr first day I saw her. Her skin glowed in the sunlight and her eyes were filled with mystery, like they were calling out to me to find out everything about her. The first time I heard her voice, it was like God himself sent angels down to sing for an undeserving mortal like me. The only thing I regret is never being able to tell her how I feel and exactly how beautiful she is to me. Every night the moon is out, I asked it how she was. I never get an answer and I hope she was alright and isn't as lonely as I was. Every moment I talk to her, I can't help but ask myself, would I ever be the one? The one to be let into that precious heart. The one who would accompany her in her worst and finest hours. Do I love her? Yes, and that's what will kill me. The day she leaves is the day my heart freezes over. I am still lost in love, and only in her is where I can find myself.