He had a freckle on his nose ,
He detested that freckle but it was my favourite part of him ,
He was not flawless but he was perfect .
He held me as if I would break at any second
I held him as if I could not let go .
He opened my heart and broke it ,
This I cannot forgive though it was not intentional.
My heart stopped beating along with his
The day he died .
I miss that freckle on his nose more than I can say.