There was something beautiful about the two of us. I loved her. She loved me too. She had so many dreams- she wanted to do this, she wanted to visit this place, she wanted to learn this, she wanted to go to this school and so on. Her eyes always sparkled when she talked about the world. She could talk about her desires for hours and I could stare at her forever. There was something about me that wanted to give her all those dreams. I wanted to slay dragons for her, catch the moon, grab the stars and give them all to her on a silver platter. All I wanted in return was to kiss her lips and see her smile always. It is because I loved her. It is because she loved me too.
But our love was not meant to last. I wish her all the best still. I wish for her happiness even though we are not together anymore. I wish that someone would hold her the way I held her. Someone would touch her cheeks and kiss her lips the way I would do it. Someone would keep her safe, the way I made her feel safe. Someone would make her smile, the way I would make her smile. Someone would love her, the way I would have loved her. Maybe even more than I had given her or could have given her. It is because I loved her. It is because she loved me too.