I’d never met a girl as sweet as her.
She wanted to stop on the side of the road and pick up every stray animal she saw.
“But Charles, c’mon that dog is skin and bones back there!”
I stopped every time.

Her lips were pink like cotton candy.
But she covered up their sweetness, with the bitterness of lipstick.
Lipstick that stuck to me after our lips disconnected.
I hated her lipstick.

Her eyes shimmered like the stars we’d watch.
She loved the sky.
The moon specifically.
She loved the mystery behind it.
I loved the mystery behind her.
Those shimmering eyes, cotton candy lips, and her heart of gold.

I messed up. A lot.
She always forgave me.
How lucky was I, to have a girl so forgiving.
Even when I shattered her heart into a million pieces.