A quick glance, a tender smile
And I'm caught in a spell.
A gentle touch, a warm embrace
I know that all too well.

You are made of warmest compassion
And love, deep and true.
To reach and to comfort
The way that you do.


There's a little something
That you should know!

Your of a heart
That goes strong until the end.
You are like a bubble
So fragile, fun, fascinating.
Yet, so much more.

You are like a thought,
So uncertain.
Yet, so meaningful.

You are someone who
Everyone needs
A friend.
A friend
Yet, so much more.

Part of me will always think about you, wonder how you're holding up;
Part of me will always contemplate on who you've become, the person you ended up to be;
Part of me will always recall the certain smell of your sweater:
Peppermint and cough drops, blended with cigarette smoke;
And the way your eyes lit up when you smiled:
the little spark amalgamated within the light brown of your iris to form the twinkle;
Part of me will always look to the past and get lost in the memories:
the way you would hug me from behind and how you would join both your index and middle fingers to make that stupid-shaped heart I taught you;
Part of me will never let myself forget the hurt:
the way in which I was so blinded by what you wanted me to see, rather than see you for what you truly were;
Regardless, part of me will always care about you, hope that you're alright and doing well for yourself;
But absolutely no part of me would love you or could ever love you.
Not ever again.