He has the type of eyes that made diamonds look dull,
Sharper than glass,
Lit by his beautiful lively flame.
Days are different now.
His eyes are no longer alive, but still as blue as the brightest sapphires,
The same color as mine,
But mine hold more gray, more sadness,
His not as often clouded by nostalgia and tears.

His wit is quick, making me grin in my saddest moments,
Admittedly, as sad as they could be with him there.
He was my rock, my guidance, my sentiment, my sanity,
He still is.
As much as he'd hope to disagree.

Discarded is an understatement.
If I had known, I wouldn't have been so angry.
Perhaps, at you.
At myself, the anguish doubled.
Stupid is an understatement.
I should have known,
And I apologize with every ounce in me.
I'd give up all I have to make you see.

His spirit is one of the strongest I've ever seen.
He was willing to take on the world with one hand tied behind his back.
Yet courage could only take a fearful young man so far,
There's so much to see,
But fear is a barrier,
A wall that had contained us both,
For months that felt like years.
We're tearing it down,
Brick by brick,
Progressing to the flawless lovers we once were.

Neither of us were lucky enough to possess the virtue of patience.
The pain tugging at our hearts pulls us together,
But like the opposite sides of a magnet,
We push each other away,
Obeying the laws of physics and common sense.

But no one said we had any sense.

His smile is better than any sunrise,
Better than long walks on beaches,
Or strolls in the Chicago streets.
Not a lick of arrogance,
Just honesty and grace.
When he was actually happy,
He radiated more than the sun.

He is the boy I fell in love with all those long months ago.
And I am still the girl he once knew.
But we are broken now,
With only each other to put ourselves back together.
But I do believe,
We have a chance,
To be who we were,
Take two broken hearts and become one again.

Sometimes, "I love you" just isn't enough.