"I remember walking this path with you.
We would hold hands as we felt the breeze on our skin.
Your smile was always so beautiful, it made the rest of the world fade away.
You used to always say,
"One day we'll climb one of those mountains and tattoo our love at the peak."
I would always blush at your creative wordplay.
That's what I fell in love with.
Your body was amazing, of course.
But your mind was a special place,
A place I often enjoyed more than my own.
In my mind, I'm always in control,
I decide what I can think and what I won't.
But when I visit in your mental refuge, I took solace in my lack of control.
It was beautiful, hearing you talk about nothing as if it was everything that ever mattered.
I enjoyed being your audience of one,
While you stood on your soapbox protesting the ways of the world to the only person who would listen.
You made me love you without force.
There was no fight, but I knew I didn't have a choice."