And I swear to God
That the passion burned
more fierce than it has in a
long time as
her words scorched hot
across the night sky
and left burns upon
my tattered soul
only to leave scars that
I would not forget.

There was somebody out there.

"Maybe I'm unloveable. Is that it? Am I unloveable, Leigh?"

silly boy.
silly, beautiful boy.
you could never be unloveable.
I love you.
I love you so much.
I'd scream it from the peak of the highest mountain if I could reach it.
But you don't know that.

"It isn't you, bud. It's just that girls don't see how great you are."

A coward's answer, that.
Whoever thought that the sometimes brutally honest girl would be afraid to say
"I love you"?
I
love
*you

sitting in the hell we call "school"
and my thoughts
start to drift.
I begin to ask myself:

what would your life be like if he hadn't been a part of it?

I break into a sweat.
my hands grow colder,
along with my heart.
I dread the thought.

what if you were never friends?

the thoughts grow worse.
I think about the habits I have,
the things I've picked up from him (and he from me)
over our 16 years together.

what if he died tomorrow?

I'd feel it.
surely I would.
there would be an undeniable ache,
right there in the center of my being.

what if he died and you didn't tell him I love you?

I'd die.
I'd end it all.
what reason would I have to live,
if I didn't have him?

the
      thoughts
                take
                      over.