I cannot picture a day starting...
Without you still snuggling me in bed.

I cannot imagine an afternoon of grabbing coffee without you.

When I hear of loved ones that have passed,
I cry because losing you would be the end of me.

You are my soul mate, my partner, my best friend.
And I cannot see myself being without you.

You know me inside and out.
So well sometimes that I get mad.
Because I think no body knows me.
But you do.
Better than anyone else.

At times we fight and go to bed mad...
I still tell you I love you before we fall asleep.
Because I do even though we argue.
Nothing will ever change that.

Though our pasts still have sensitive subjects...
And our own depression has caused us pain...

Now we have each other.
And I am more me than I have ever been.
Because you encourage me to be myself.
That...
Being me is beautiful and smart.
Even when I don't think I am.

There are so many more words I could say.
About how much I love you.
A novel's worth or more.
Endless love.

But this is just one.

What if I said the world is standing still...
But it's my mind that keeps spinning.

That time has stopped...
And you can inspect me more closely for what I really am.

I fall.
I fail.
But I also love.
And I love you.

Just looking into your eyes makes my heart race.
As if I am looking into them for the first time all over again.

Your charm still makes me blush.

I failed this evening...
I didn't make you smile.

So now you lie in bed sleeping...
As I pick apart my mind...

For the things I shouldn't have said.
For the things I should have done.

A few strands fell onto the floor this morning...
Even more when I brushed my head.
The traumatic events of the past year...

Have left me with thinning hair.

I didn't see it coming...
Until the sink showed me today...

That everything on the back burner...
Has come out to play.

The darkness crept in and ate up the light.
Now everything seems strange.

Nothing here but a messy sight.
Of a girl who needs to change.

This piano is missing keys...
And I'm missing the music that was played on it.

Weeping willows are caressed by the summer breeze.
Where the fire flies wish to kiss the stars.

And my hand holds yours.

I never want to leave your side.
Never.

My life is just a bunch of images running through my mind.
Bits and pieces get torn in the process.
But I can still tell you most things in detail.

Much like a photograph has a story behind it…
My life is just a story.
But in this story…
There are no pages to be turned…
Although, there are a few chapters.

Isn’t that what life is though?
A living, breathing story?

My mind creates thoughts fast enough for my hands to say.
Before my mouth can even form sound.

Where the words are spinning and I catch glances.
Soon, I piece together the puzzle within each day.
I will never stop though.

We are all here to tell our story.
Even if no one is willing to listen.

We still put it out there hoping it will catch someone’s eyes.
So we can inspire.

Remembering we got inspired by someone who did it before us.

The seasons are changing.
And so am I.

You are too.

We are learning.
Growing.

Loving you is one of the best things.
Afternoons in bed are one of the great things.

Kisses are endless.
Laughs as well.

You don’t know what you do to me.

Oh lost sparrow…
My house is only of glass.
This is no safe place to nest.

That train home left long ago.
But you still sit there patiently.

My pillows have soaked up the tears.
Stained.

Never forgotten.

Lost sparrow, you must find your way home.
My heart no longer exist.
There is just a hole to see through me with.

My anger has softened like a fire with nothing more to burn.

But lost sparrow, you still bring me to tears.
It feels likes they may never end.

Your broken wings I cannot fix.
Your broken heart I can no longer piece together.

I'm sorry.