You wanted it all.

You wanted the warmth of the stars held in the palms of your hands.

You wanted to wake up next to someone.

You wanted to be noticed with delicate beauty in the midst of chaos.

You wanted kisses on your forehead.

You wanted the rush. You wanted the ease.

And when you couldn't have it, you left. You left us all--everyone.



But I could have told you, this world was never meant for someone as beautiful as you.

And I'm sorry for only saying this now, but I felt the same.

I wanted everything too, you know.


I wanted you.