I’m romantic, but I can’t say that I loved you from the first moment I met you. It was more like a leak in my heart before a river took form. I could pretend that I saw a flash of light, but it was more like the calm before a storm.
"What am I supposed to do now?" She said, "Beautiful boy, I hope you feel me in the goosebumps across your skin, breathe my essence in the shudders of your lungs. Find me and love me in the creases of your soul. I hope I am the poem that erupts from your heart spilling over to your fingertips and everything that you touch after me- as if you could be infected by nothing else…as if I changed the way you live. I hope you feel me like I never left.”