Do you not wish to see the sunset? Rays streaking across the skies and the soft orange that surrounds you.
I wish for you to, it's one of the few times you smile. A real smile and not the one you plaster on in font of others.

Do you not wish to see her?
In person, when you meet her
And gaze upon the one you love?
To see the expressions on her face as she hugs and kisses you?

And do you wish to see my heart breaking?
You are beautiful. And when you think otherwise, it tears me apart.  
I love you and your tears. Your sadness. Your sorrow.
Not because of them or despite them.

You experience so much pain.
Yet that makes you who you are.
Perfect.

I always thought that you could fly, drifting in the wind.
For you are snow.