• I remember all the good times we shared, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry because, although I'll never see you again, I still recall all the times we spent having fun, happy, together.

    With eyes unseeing, I reach towards the sky, wondering if I'll fall or fly. You were always the one who lifted me off of my feet when I forgot how to fly, but now you aren't right there I have to give it a try. But without you here to lift me up, my body feels heavy and I know I'll drop. But as I leap off the rooftop, something, someone keeps me going, and I feel an odd warmth in my fingertips, and is it me, or is your spirit flying with me?

    I clasp at the air beside me, wondering if you understand. I feel no pressure squeezing back, but I can see your hand. I smile at you, and you smile back, as I recall all our memories - when we met, it's cliché, but it was love at first sight, and I knew you had to be mine; when we went out on our little escapades and when you kissed me, you tasted better than wine; we were so young, but so in love, and I proposed to you. I even remember how your face lit with joy. Yeah, I was so in love with you.

    Our first time was gentle and sweet, of prompting tongues and twisted feet. Your hands woven in my hair - neither of us were scared. I remember how you kissed me a lot, and they were the best I'd ever got. Your soft pink lips upon my own always made me feel so at home.

    You were beautiful, enchanting - you were a goddess to me. I know Shakespeare's sonnet 130 describes how he loved someone despite their flaws, but to me you had no flaws to pick - but I can list so many of your qualities, and I feel inferior, sick, because no one could ever be as perfect as you. I can't understand why such an angel like you would have ever loved me, but I'm so glad you saw past my imperfections and just saw me.

    But then your life was stolen away, as you were from me. I feel so alone and so betrayed, but I know I must belay - climb up and up until I reach my rooftop, where we used to sit and watch the stars, and I can only hope that someday, it's be both you and I staring down at the cars.

    And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
    As any she belied with false compare.