I sat at the edge of the universe with my mind below the waves, thinking of the summer months. Now, I light two candles in search of the reasons why you've left. One for me and one for you.

I believed we had more time, but it's evident that I was mistaken.

Not a day goes by without me thinking about your existence.

Your honeysuckle lips are too sweet to be neglected.

If you were here right now, you'd urge me not to cry because I should reserve my tears for something more painful, like when my friend kissed you and you couldn't wait to tell her that you wanted me instead. Now I lie here awake, thinking about that day. Counting the constellations that we’d named together. How each one is special and unique just as you were to me. I will never experience a love like you again. Completely incomplete.