He wove words out of his mouth so beautiful, that even the most well-written story seemed dull compared to his words.
His eyes the shone so bright a blue, that after looking at him once I knew that the sky would always look colorless to me.
He had spoken with a voice, a voice more beautiful that desire. There had never been a sound more lovelier than his voice.
He had touched me with a touch so full of want, that as soon as he let me go, I knew that he had left his mark on my heart.
He had created for, me a world, drawn with the strokes of his love, and filled with unsaid words and unspoken promises, a world so delicate and fragile that a single breath could have knocked it down.

He had painted for me dreams so vivid that I wanted to be trapped in his world and never wake up again.

Then, he had pushed me so far that our past had become a reminder of I had desperately searched for but could not find. So, our love had retreated to a distance where memories became painful and silent.