Ever since the day we first met I knew you were different. Though it might have seemed that I didn't want anyone in my space. You were the exception. I've always loved being in your presence. I can stare at you for hours and not get bored. I sit in silence when you talk not to irritate you but because I love hearing your voice. Even though your words pierce deeper than a bullet, I'm glad you don't censor anything and tell me how you feel or what bothers you. You're more amazing than you think. I know I may not show you how amazing you are much when were in public but it's just because I fear they'd see what I see in you. It's shocking how comfortable I am with you. You find a way to make me laugh when I'm angry and smile even though I'm sad. You send tingles through my body with just a touch. And show me how much you care with just one simple forehead kiss.

It's a shame. I lost the one think that brought me happiness. You're gone now. You've moved on. Have to admit she's pretty though, and she makes you happier than I ever did. It's hard seeing you with another but only ever wanted you to leave your depression behind and find happiness, but I guess you found that happiness in her, not me. And that's fine too...