My heart that still has the ability to love even after its love has been ripped from it. My heart that still continues to beat even when it’s been shattered in pieces. It’s always funny to me, matters of the heart. I traced every part of you and memorized every freckle, forever burned into my head. I knew more about you in a few short months that I would about anyone else in a lifetime. I saw you and instantly my heart knew what it had waited so long for. There was something in that building drawing me in, tempting me with something I could have only dared to dream of, a love so beautiful that it would take my breath away.

When I started that job, before I had even met you, I felt you. The happiness of love is not worth this pain. I never want to love again if it hurts this much to lose it. Now that wall has been reinforced and I never wish to be without it. I had a wall built higher than soul can hope or mind can hide and then somehow you managed to find a crack in that hole. How easy it is to fall in love and yet so difficult it is to live knowing you love someone so very much that you would die a thousand deaths for them. Since the day I met you, I only ever wanted to be with you.

The half life of love is forever