He asked if I ever thought he'd inspire a poem.
I replied, there are only two ways:
break my heart
or put it back together again.

Here’s what I know of love:
It's all kinds of beautiful,
With a touch of insanity.

I’d choose you all over again
Step back in time  
To when we were younger,  
To when you wanted me more—  
But not nearly as much.  
I need you now.

I'd make the same mistakes  
If I knew we'd be back there,  
Back then,  
To when you courted me with frozen yogurt,  
Though you were the sweetest of sweet things,  
And I bet you still are.

I'd gladly go back  
To when I gave up a dream of L.A. and ovations  
For the chance to stand with you  
Before God and loved ones.

I'd stay right back there  
To hear you call me silly nicknames,  
To Friday night fights over nothing—  
Just to make up.

I'm not sure of the exact moment  
We lost everything  
That made others call us special,  
Or when the stress of the years  
Separated us from what's important.

I just know that I'd still pick you.

It’s not the ghost of you, dear;
It’s the reality of all you left behind
That haunts me.

Tonight
I’m restless,
Tossing and turning
Inside memories of us.

This is to remind you, love:
Remind you that love—
Real love—
Is reminded of your love every day.
Please
Remember this, love:
The love that loves
Only you—
Real,
True,
Good love
That won’t ever stop loving you.

I’ve got plans to let you go,
To burn every memory
And scatter them beneath your window—
One day,

You’ll see what could’ve been.