God is such a cruel god for making you so wonderful, and for making me so weak.
I am starting to accept that you never loved me. And it's sad because I don't think you see how beautiful you are to me. Your face was the light that chased away the shadows, every nightmare, every fear. But you burned out and now I'm learning to be ...
I hate early mornings. But I love waking up with you.
You wanted to see the world. And yet, all I want is to see you.
To me you were home, to you I was just a vacation.
