Straight away, I knew you were a dreamer like me. You liked to see nothing but good in everybody. There wasn’t a thought you couldn’t lend a smile to. A smile you couldn’t add brilliance to. A joy you couldn’t add wings to. But you were too good. Too brilliant for a single soul to absorb. Too free. Too spirited to remain bound to a single heart perpetually.
You completed me. Better than anything ever. It was me that didn’t fit. It was me that was wrong. And the same light that fell so gracefully upon hearts to strengthen them, imbued with compassion, yet shattered mine to bits.
But maybe that’s the way it was meant to be.