I remember when I first saw you, walking down the street. I paid you no mind and focused on my own two feet. Then, unexpectedly, I saw you again, this time in class. You looked shy and vulnerable as if made out of glass.

The teacher introduced you to the class, who snickered at the marking on your face.I did not laugh though, as I thought it was cool.The teacher sat you near the wall, a little spot where you’d barely be noticeable, yet I couldn’t help but notice you even without looking at you. When I did look, I noticed how you were always drawing, and how you loved to draw flowers. After class I went up to you, telling you how cool I thought your mark was, but you looked offended, as if I had called you a mean word. You ran off and I stood there, wondering if I had said something wrong.

I remember it so well, as I went home trying to figure out what I had done wrong, but every time I brought it up, you'd always say you didn't remember the part where you ran off. It was always so funny seeing you be so certain that never happened.

Then there was the day I asked you out, I was nervous as if going to a court case for a crime I know I committed. I had brought you a bunch of those little purple flowers that you’d find in the spring when the grass smelled like rain and the weather was almost the perfect temperature. I placed them all in a bunch and put a letter in your locker, asking you to meet me by the water fountain by the park. I was practically shaking when you showed up, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I saw the look on your face when I told you I loved you. It felt like a dream come true when you said you did too.

The next couple of years were the best years of my life, oh how much I miss the little moments we shared: How we both jumped in joy when we got into the art school we’d been trying for, How you always clung to me each time I defended you, how we’d always tease and mess with each other, and the look on your face when I asked you to prom. I miss them so much.

I would've kept it just the way it was if I could, but things don't always go as planned. Something happened that made me distance myself from you, but I believe it was for the best. I'm sorry, my love. I wish I wouldn't have done things the way I did, I promise I never wanted to break your heart when I told you I wanted to break up, telling you that lie about me cheating on you, that I told you I did so on the days I actually went to get chemo-therapy, that I hated your face and your birthmark, but I believed it would’ve broken your heart less if I did it that way. I thought that maybe if I distanced myself from you if I made you hate me, you wouldn't be that upset about my death, but as I lay on this bed, I realize how wrong of me that was, and I apologize for it.

I'm sorry that I have to leave you in this world like this, and I'm sorry about being a bad partner these past couple of months, but I knew how much you loved me, as I love you just as much, and will continue to love you as my sunsets and I fall into the darkness, as you will always be the light that'll pull me from it, even if it can no longer be physical. I will always love you, and your birthmark, no matter how much you say you hate it, as no matter how much an artist tries to cover up something they see as a mistake, it’ll always look beautiful in the eyes of someone who loves the arts truly.

You will always be a beautiful art piece to me, my love. I'll always be with you from now on, as my soul's resting place is your heart.