Maybe it's the way the birds chirp outside my window in the early hours of the morning or how the sun shines through my curtains that reminds me of how you stopped at nothing to see my smile again and I lay here on a Sunday morning thinking about how the universe never stops and maybe you had more to say but never got the chance because humanity is not infinite.

Maybe it's the chilly breeze and melted popsicle on my hand on the hot, summer afternoon that reminds me of each unfortunate situation you made easier and people think I'm crying over the sticky mess on my fingers but really it's just you and how this reminded me of each loving promise you spoke that I thought would stick more permanently than a summer treat.

Maybe it's when the sun sets and the colors remind me of the bruises you told me about that I realize everything about you contained an overwhelming amount of beauty that took my breath away and while I sit here, perched atop a hill to watch the sky change from blue to pink to lavender, I think about how science says that the further we get away from the sun, the harder it is for us to live and I wonder if science says that about us too.

What I'm trying to say is that the world is full of love and beauty and it makes sense to me now why people say that the one they love is their world.