The way her tears make you want to
change the world so that it
doesn't hurt her anymore..
Yet regardless
if you love them,
hate them,
wish they would die
or know that you would die without her ...
it matters not.
Because once in your life,
whatever she was to the world
she becomes everything to you.
When you look them in the eyes,
traveling to the depths of their souls
and you say a million things
without trace of a sound,
you know that your own life
is inevitable consumed
within the rhythmic beatings
of her very heart.
You love them for a million reasons,
No paper would do it justice.
It is a thing not of the mind
but of the heart.
A feeling.
Only felt.
From Mabel; with ♥
1:05 AM