
What am I suppose to do when the best part of me was always you?

What am I suppose to do when the best part of me was always you?

If I lay here
If I just lay here
would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They’re not enough
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see

I want to embrace you lovingly, without the hope for more, just in complete immersion of the moment. To express in some tangible way that who you are, what you have done, what you do, mean to me. I want to kiss you as an old man kisses his dying spouse, with love and tenderness, with joy and celebration of time lived and sorrow for the moments in which we would never see each other again.
To give to you in an expression, something that I am just not strong enough to put into words, something that goes beyond logic and law, and just for a moment to know that your life and mine are separated by just a breath. A thank you, a warmth, a completeness.

“Little did I realize how much I would miss those few moments with you, those moments in which I lived an entire lifetime.”

“One of the most amazing things that can happen is finding someone who sees everything you are and won’t let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. They see endless possibilities. And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way. As someone who matters. As someone who can make a difference in this world.
If you’re lucky enough to find this person, never let them go.”