I saw you sleeping, and I wanted to speak so many things, but I just smiled because you gave me the kind of feeling that makes room inside of you. Like my heart knew that one day you would belong there, just like your mother. My biggest fear was that you wouldn't love me. That I wouldn't be the one you'd want to always take care of you. One of the things I'm most thankful for is the fact that you do. And that I have taken care of you in any way I knew how. I miss your tiny cold feet. Every morning I'd wake up to your mother, happy that she was still sleep because I got to get you the first drink of your day, and I got to watch her sleep a little longer. She used to send me videos of you dancing. I would always mute the sound because the quiet left room for my thoughts, and I didn't want to remember a song. I wanted to remember that space made just for you. I still take walks like we did, and of course I want to pick every flower I see because without them the walks would end to soon. But I don't pick them because every flower belongs to you. You made me believe in things. I never believed I'd meet anyone as beautiful as your mother. You made me believe in love while in love. You even made me believe in fairies, which you believed in most. I believe in anything you believe in. I don't know if it's God, or if it's fate, or if it has anything to do with anything other than I simply love you both, but it can't be a coincidence that my heart is tied to strings, and these strings are tied to every step you take, and the further you get from me, the more it hurts. You hold so much in your little fingers. I'd do anything to dance to, and like, a day to (that ill always) remember. I'd do anything for you to rest your head in my arms again while we talked the whole way home, or at times you'd be so silent and fast asleep and maybe I didn't need two arms to hold you up, but I did need two arms to hold you. I'd stay awake a million night shifts to see you sleep and wake up to your mother moving my hair from my face to plant her kiss in the perfect place, and you in front of me. I guess you could tell that I hated to sleep alone, or maybe you did too. I could write for weeks about you. Even if I'm not writing, I always am in my heart, for both of you. Every step I take I picture the two sets of feet on either side of me that ill never forget. How your legs would swing like walking was your favorite thing to do and nothing could make you happier. And especially when counting to three with your arms to the clouds was all it took for you to fly, and sweetheart, If you're flying, then me and your mother were flying too, because we held a hand on either side of you. Your eyes closed and cheeks pillared by the widest smiles, I knew you were destined for bigger things than the restriction of gravity allows. I will always be your wings, and nothing, not even gravity, will keep you from flying when I'm with you. I miss everything about you and her. How she couldn't leave the tips of her feet when she'd jump for me to catch her and how you did the same when you wanted up. There's nothing better than when I'd hold you both and in return,  you'd hold me tighter. I love you. I have already loved you forever, because this will never stop. I always wake in the night hoping you couldn't sleep, and decided next to me was the safest place to lay your head. Sweet dreams, Brook. I'm yurning for the day I hear your voice again.

Not that it comes as a surprise, but you made your way into my dreams again. I was in the most silent collection of noises and numbers of people walking the halls of this maze of a party. I was only holding a bottle for company, because I was okay, but I was lonely, and there's something about making my world spin while my world is spinning that feels like you're still around. Mid-turn I ran into a body, and she wrapped me up in flattery and her arms, and this was a party and I'm supposed to move on, so I took the bait. You saw me from another room while sitting on the lap of your new found affection, and in a few seconds time you ran, and for a few seconds I pretended I wasn't going to chase you. When I found you, you were arms-wrapped around him from behind and when you turned to me, it wasn't you. I had lost you. I watched the carpet walking away and in an open doorway, there you were. Your head was down and the entire room was stained with thoughts of me, so it only felt right to step inside. Even if it wasn't, I would've anyway. You sat on a chair in the middle of a room with your head so far down that you didn't see me coming, and kneeling in front of you I took my first finger to lift your chin. Like a trap, your arms collapsed around me and mine around you. I wanted you to know that I know you miss me, and I, you. And I wanted you to know that it's okay, because I will always love you, and it's a pleasure to have my heart broken by you. Then I woke, and my first thought was that I wish I was with you, because after dreams like these I'd wake up and kiss you hard enough to make you smile, but soft enough to keep you sleeping. And I miss the way your ceiling looked above your bed, this one is to high. Even if it wasn't, it's still not yours.

I'm okay without her, like hiding behind her, without her, because missing a moment of her is just not an option, and because she's my whole world and she could destroy me at any moment. Running through her pictures as fast as my fingers will allow, partially because I want to kiss every face she has, and mostly because they're all perfect, and I can't pick just one. Yes, it burns to see her face, but for this I would ignite myself, for this, I would give up anything. I've laid on this tile floor for the past five hours, and everything I've seen for the last three days has been at the bottom of the sea. I can wipe it away, but it always comes back because it belongs here, and I feel like I belong at the bottom of the sea. Maybe you're asking yourself why I hold on to what is tearing me apart... Well, I first and foremost, would die for her. Everyday, I would die, and everyday I do ,because I love her, I always have, since the very second I knew how. I have loved her not only in this life, but in all the past lives. She's been beautiful in 100,000 forevers, and 100,000 times I have always loved her. And I have never needed anyone before her, she is everything I need.

She's the woman I'd stare at and she'd say nothing, because the type of nothing she has is the type of nothing that means everything. She could break me over and over, and it always hurts like hell, but each time I heal, and into a better shape, for her. One of our biggest blessings is our ability to dream, to take yourself to places that only the deepest part of you knows, your souls desires. Things your mind could never fathom. I dream of her, but she's real. I am who I am because of her. I wanted to write because she wanted to write, and I wanted to laugh because she laughed, hers is perfect, and now I know, really, I just wanted her.

She makes everything in this world matter more than it did, I've never loved a cheek before, and I've never missed a set of lips so much. That's how I'll always love her more than anyone could love another, because I fell in love when she walked, and I fell in love when she spoke to me, and then I fell in love when she smiled. I fell in love while she slept and I fell in love with the way I fell for her. I fell for every part of her, one by one, so many times I'm sure I spent most of my time on the ground picking up the little pieces of me that couldn't wait to be hers. It doesn't matter how big of a crowd she is in, it never did, because I found her. I found her once, and I will always find her, so she'll never be lost.

This day I was able to show the world what I've waited so long to show them. She is perfect, and no matter if I'm a man, a fish, or a tree, I will only love her.