Want.

I want the words to flow out of me like a river.

But I can’t seem to find the right ones.

Not unlike her.

She’s perfect. At least in my eyes.

And I’m pretty sure in yours as well.

Her eyes were pools of molten onyx, deep enough for you to get lost in. Like galaxies and stars unknown, they sparkle with mysterious beauty.

You told me I was special to you. I was the one.

But am I, really?

I’ve seen the way you look at her.

The way your eyes light up and your smile widens.

I’ve seen the way she looks at you.

The way her eyes sparkles and her smile softens.

You told me I was special.

Would you forgive me if I don’t believe?