and one morning,

i was looking at the picture of us on his birthday,

his smile radiating,

and i thanked the universe that it didn't work out with anyone else.

because i know heartbreak and loss and love and pain and healing,

but most importantly, i know you. 

so here i am, at 1am,

writing a love story, a life story,

but you don't deserve a paragraph.

you deserve a thousand books written

about you, your perfect imperfections, your smile, your eyes,

and how much i love you.

thinking about you has become my favorite waste of time.