I remember the way he shone all those months ago; his sun-baked, honey-bread golden skin, his emerald bright eyes, his candy-apple red, turned up lips, raven wing hair and winking lashes. He took over the room until it collapsed around him. Not even the sky could box him in. He towered over the sun and when the moon came up he exploded into a thousand blinking lights which scattered across the sky and called themselves stars. I could see nothing but his eyes. They swallowed me whole, sticky breath and all. I was digested by his presence. That was July.
It was the real thing.. They say that the brightest flames burn out the quickest. There isn't a day I don't think about you and think how it COULD have been. I always want to apologize, but it's in the past and it's better to look to the future. Either way.......I am truly sorry. I should've been better. I hope that we are both able to find THAT happiness again in the future.