My favorite sound is the beating of your heart. My favorite sight is the ocean within your eyes. My favorite feeling is the slightest touch from the tips of your fingers. My favorite word is my name uttered from your lips.

Even though it hurt me so much to the point that I was completely obliterated, my favorite heartbreak is when your love ran out and you decided I wasn't enough for you. You're still my favorite person and perhaps you will always be one of my favorites but in time; another's heartbeat will become my lullaby, another's sky set on fire will become my perfect view and another's kiss will become my safe haven.

But I will never forget the way you said my name. You said it with so much affection but with pain on the side. Your eyes always lit up as my name rolled off your tongue but then it dimmed whenever you saw the euphoric look on my face. It was as if you always knew that you would love me so much but then hurt me in the end.