I miss you.
What's not to miss.
You're so..
Perfect.
You don't see it.
Sure.
Maybe you don't see it.
I do.
It's all I see when I look at you.
Talk to you.
You don't see what I see.
You don't see it because of what You've been through.
I understand.
I truly do.
But you're perfect the way you are.

Your dark hair.
Your soft, smooth skin.
Your perfect smile.
Your brown eyes that
Turn to gold in sunlight.
Your thin body.
Your sense of humor.
Your outlook on life.

And I love that about you.
I love you.
I love you so much.
You'll never understand how much.
Never.
And I know you love me too.
We'll always be there for each other.
Always.

People don't understand
The love we have for each other.
They never will.
We love each other in every way possible.
No one will ever understand. And that's okay.

We're caring people
Because of our dark pasts.
It's
Darker
Than
We
Let
On
Only we know the truth about
Each other's past.
Present.
We try and help each other
To a better future.

We're each other's other half.
But it's not like that.
We're each other's soulmate.
But not like that.
We're meant for each other.
But not like that.
No.
It is like that.