She seemed to blow in with the wind, on a warm summer night. The air was very thick, I think. And I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I loved her quick little glances; her timid—but oh so inviting—smile; the way she approached me at the end of the night, just wanting to talk for a while. I was coming down, and she was high as the stars. I had no idea then how deeply in love I would fall with her.
I must admit, her every word captivated me. Her stories, her fears, her smile, her perfect eyes; all of these took me prisoner and refused to set me free. But I liked it. I basked in everything that was her, and gloried in every inch of her being. I loved the way she looked to me to make things better. I only wish I could have been the savior she expected me to be.
I miss her simplicity. The way she was able to keep her eyes to the sunlight in the darkest of times gave me so much hope. I miss her complexity. Every single word she spoke or thought she revealed kept me yearning for more. And every day, my love for her increased.
If I could have done something different, I would have cherished the little moments that passed me by. I would have taken more pictures and engraved every second we had into my mind. If I could turn back the hands of the clock, I would have held her and never let her go. I would have protected her in my arms, and kept her safe from everything cruel. And if the Universe had still wished to take her from me, I would have made sure that “I love you” were the last words she heard.
