I fell in love with words. Yours, especially, imagining them like penciled fonts with the black tipped crown of an i, the curves of your tongue as you uttered blossoms of a promise.
You letters would curl through my mind, stronger even than the lips pressed against my forehead sending me off to sleep, where I dreamt of the intricacies hidden behind the words you'd say.
Pencil fades, and over time, so did you. So instead I was left with blotted, ****** sheets as you erased your words from me.