You were the type to look at the stars and think they're so beautiful but then feel a vicious envy towards them because you're down here - with me - and they're up there staring down.

The type to feel things so deeply - except me - that every thought you had was poetry that paper could not handle.

The type to love invincibly - not me - that made love seem mythical.

The type to say I love her - not you - .