I'm not sure how to say anything anymore. Everything I've ever written has portrayed nothing but how much I love you. How I will always love you, because I fell in love with things as simple as the way your breathing changes when you hear the voice of a bird every morning. Simple, just like I said. I don't feel very poetic anymore, so I am sorry if this isn't up to par with my previous writings. Honestly, I'm used to disappointing. Honestly, I really don't feel my heart beating anymore. And honestly, I don't feel anything worth living for. I know that people who are ready for the end of their lives don't necessarily talk about it. I don't want to. I only feel the need to explain, or to give the satisfaction of last words. Whatever. The truth is, I'm writing this with no ****** expressions. I don't feel a thing inside of me. I miss you. I had so much more to say, I'm just tired of writing. I won't delete these. Someday you or anyone really, may need to feel that someone somewhere felt this way about you. You may want to know the things about you that are beautiful and know they really exist. Things a mirror will never show you, nor a sweet guy, nor anything in this world. I've spent the greater part of my life feeling what you feel and finding things in you that I'll keep with me. This is the time in which I lost all hope and I just have nothing left to say. Not even goodbye. I wouldn't do that to you.