You were the boy who turned my life in so many directions that I had to put it into words.
You were my muse, you were the one who made me start to write.
People always say if you fall in love with a writer and end up hurting them that you should be thankful.
They say that because writers will create art out of you. You'll become their masterpiece.
You are the person who made me feel so high on cloud nine, without a care in the world, the happiest I had ever been.
But you're also the person who made me cry the most. The most painful, screaming, heartwrenching sobs I've ever shed were because of you.
You've shattered and repaired my heart throughout the years, you've wreaked havoc in my life and made it feel like the most peaceful wonderland that there ever was.
I don't know how to go back to a life that doesn't include you, but regardless of if you're here or not, you'll be the most beautiful piece of art that you never knew you'd be.
How are you supposed to just stop loving someone and move on like they never mattered to you?