I see everything so much differently now that you’re gone. The wind has a sadness to it and the rain pours heavier. The world was perfect when I was with you, I saw everything so beautifully, The flowers bloomed in your very existence. And the clouds went in hiding and the sun came out when you smiled. When it was 50 degrees out just having you squeeze my hand made the weather change immediately, it then became a warm Friday morning in the middle of summer, even though we were smack in the middle of winter. Everything felt right when I was with you. Even when it wasn’t. Even when you caused tornadoes in my head, I convinced myself it was just a harsh breeze and soon we’d be back to playing under the sun. I was in the eye of the storm and didn't even realize it. And even now, when I see the chaos you created I'm still blinded by your beauty because you made my heart beat and stop with the blink of an eye. I. still. love. you.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
I see everything so much differently now that you’re gone. The wind has a sadness to it and the rain pours heavier. The world was perfect when I was with you, I saw everything so beautifully, The flowers bloomed in your very existence. And the clouds went in hiding and the sun came out when you smiled. When it was 50 degrees out just having you squeeze my hand made the weather change immediately, it then became a warm Friday morning in the middle of summer, even though we were smack in the middle of winter. Everything felt right when I was with you. Even when it wasn’t. Even when you caused tornadoes in my head, I convinced myself it was just a harsh breeze and soon we’d be back to playing under the sun. I was in the eye of the storm and didn't even realize it. And even now, when I see the chaos you created I'm still blinded by your beauty because you made my heart beat and stop with the blink of an eye. I. still. love. you.
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