I layed next to her, looking in her eyes, I knew I loved her with a love that was more then love.  
A bond, something even a blind man could see. The fire and passion we have for one another.
Too bad life is hard and being scared of what you feel, scared to dangle on that tight rope of love, thinking more about falling than getting to the other side...

I cant sleep, I see her in my dreams, and its hard to wake up from perfection.
All her insecurities and flaws make me love her that much more.

I dont go out, to see her happy with another would rip a hole in my soul, far worse then any hole in the heart.
But if she was with another, he must make her smile, it will bring joy to the world, he must make her laugh for it will surely cure sadness, and he must make her happy, for its the least he can do for me.