I remember the first time you said you loved me.
I remember.
I held to it.
I felt the world tip and sway when you lips finished moving.
You said it.
I remember the first time you told me I was it.
I was the one.
I remember.
It felt as though we were living in sensational color.
We lived for each other.
Your exhale was my inhale.
We held each other like mothers held their babies.
Every moment was spent reveling in new things we had to show each other.
I gave you the parts of me no one had ever seen,
and in return you did the same.
Tears fell from your eyes, I kept every one
every one.
But it ended.
And in some way it ended me too.