he was the heaviest rain to wipe the sadness off of me the brightest star that shine through the darkest part of me the warmest air to stop me from shivering and the longest path I would go through to find the right answer.
Let me watch you in a room sitting on the wooden chair holding your acoustic guitar singing your favorite songs from your favorite band with your legs crossed and your eyes closed and a mug filled with hot coffee placed next you.
I'm not interested in small talk I want to listen to your childhood memories the day when your father taught you how to ride a bike when your mother read you a fancy fairy tale before bed when you were so happy because your parents complimented your drawings eventhough they were bad when you sat on your mom's lap in the evening of spring as waiting for your dad to get home from work when you blew a candle on your 8th birthday I want to hear your voice and see your crinkles on your beautiful eyes as you laugh uncontrolably like a little kid.