To Her
He was that last bite of food that you didn't take because you thought it would make you fat. He was the book, filled with details and hidden stories - but you were already watching a second-rate movie. He was that cold tiny snowflake on that first snowy night right before Christmas - but you didn't want to ruin your hair. He was the old, lovely dog that you saw that time you decided on a puppy. He was a quiet night, peaceful and calming, seductive, charming, one of those rare things in life that captivate our heart and make us want to stop time - too bad you had lit all the lights at your apartment. He was the beautiful sound of the forest, the smell of the wet trees, the wild animal in the way, the path you never experienced because you just never leave the city. He was comedy when your life was horror. He was up in the sky when you were looking down. He was right within your grasp when you decided to quit. He was that bright color you had never wanted to wear. He was the silence when you were screaming.
He is the love you have never had.
by Mischief_Managed
