Those emoji's in text messages
showing me you were happy when I
was not able of seeing past the screen.
The long I love you's, where you would
tell me that you adored me and
have never adored another soul
as much as you loved mine.
The day where I was to leave
and instead of saying good luck
you told me "I love you"
six times, until I grew aware
of how divine and intense such
and emotion was.
When I asked you why,
you mentioned the namesake of our
school, and whenever he would come to our
concerts and tell us "You must tell
your loved ones these three words
six or more times a day".
I understood that day
what love was, and how support
came to me in little bursts
the same way it came to you.
But my heart never quite
told you, the intensity of my
emotions towards you. It never
mentioned that it had recited our inside
jokes so many times, that it could
say it off the top of it's little broken pieces.
I never explained that your touch created
hurricanes and tidal waves within me,
it caused my ground to shake and taught me
that lightning can strike you twice
and that it always will if you're standing out
in the thunder storm.
You were all the beautiful the dark
world had to offer, and for this reason
humans are convinced that the world is all but good.
They have yet to meet you.
And I hope they never have to.