Sep 2013
it is exactly 2 months and 3 days since you left the world and you would think that in such a small amount of time that the ones that were close to you would remember your scent, the way you dressed and the way you had your hair but they didn't. i could tell you all of the things that i have mentioned one by one.
Your hair, it was blonde and never set right when it was cut, your golden locks which came down past your eyes, well let me tell you something, i thought they were beautiful and as i saw you lying there-lifeless with no movement at all, well a thousand memories came rushing by i remember the time, we lay in bed, not doing much, but as my hand ruffled through those locks, well i knew that you, yes you, were the one for me. i remember our first dance at the summer ball, you held my waist so delicately and i held your neck and as your locks touched my pale hands, well darling it sent shivers down my spine and last but not least, i remember the day you left, i tickled your hair, putting it in place-which may i add was completely pointless because as you stepped out the door, i saw it, i saw the rain come pouring down. i never stopped you to tell you that i loved you and darling theres not a moment in time that i regret that decision.
Your scent, well my dear it was like cigarettes, it didn't appeal to everyone but to me it was the most perfect cologne in the world, many people told me to stay away from you but i craved that smell, it was like it gave me the strength to carry on when the world was in darkness. i remember your scent on that day, the day when i lost the most precious thing in the world-you, it was that same cologne and as i took a breath and the tears fell effortlessly off my face, well i inhaled that smell like it was the last time i would ever smell it. One day i walked past a man in the street, i thought it was you, there it was that cologne and in that moment, i suddenly thought maybe you weren't gone and maybe in a few hours time you would walk through the door like you normally did-but you didn't.
I miss the way you dressed, how you didn't care what you looked like as long as it pleased me and i remember the memories which i will forever keep in my mind, of that saturday night, when i caught you in a non matching tracksuit and darling, you still looked handsome, i wish that i could tell you now, just how beautiful you were because you never believed it and thats why you're gone now.
Your hair, it was blonde and never set right when it was cut, your golden locks which came down past your eyes, well let me tell you something, i thought they were beautiful and as i saw you lying there-lifeless with no movement at all, well a thousand memories came rushing by i remember the time, we lay in bed, not doing much, but as my hand ruffled through those locks, well i knew that you, yes you, were the one for me. i remember our first dance at the summer ball, you held my waist so delicately and i held your neck and as your locks touched my pale hands, well darling it sent shivers down my spine and last but not least, i remember the day you left, i tickled your hair, putting it in place-which may i add was completely pointless because as you stepped out the door, i saw it, i saw the rain come pouring down. i never stopped you to tell you that i loved you and darling theres not a moment in time that i regret that decision.
Your scent, well my dear it was like cigarettes, it didn't appeal to everyone but to me it was the most perfect cologne in the world, many people told me to stay away from you but i craved that smell, it was like it gave me the strength to carry on when the world was in darkness. i remember your scent on that day, the day when i lost the most precious thing in the world-you, it was that same cologne and as i took a breath and the tears fell effortlessly off my face, well i inhaled that smell like it was the last time i would ever smell it. One day i walked past a man in the street, i thought it was you, there it was that cologne and in that moment, i suddenly thought maybe you weren't gone and maybe in a few hours time you would walk through the door like you normally did-but you didn't.
I miss the way you dressed, how you didn't care what you looked like as long as it pleased me and i remember the memories which i will forever keep in my mind, of that saturday night, when i caught you in a non matching tracksuit and darling, you still looked handsome, i wish that i could tell you now, just how beautiful you were because you never believed it and thats why you're gone now.
