It has been said, year and years over, but still holds true that if I could touch you just once more than everything bad would fall away. All of those things that so softly whispered their way in to our lives, so swiftly slithered in and ripped us apart with a final roar would be forgotten. If I could just touch you once more, perhaps I would find a truth in you, a truth telling me that all that had been, all those problems we had faced were no longer unquestionable. Perhaps I could reach out to those problems and they would crumble as ashes before us, even if only to give us a little more time to love each other as we have loved each other. If my hand could reach out and touch you once more; your skin that so precisely resembles marble, your perfect body, the body that fit so perfectly against mine that I doubt I’ll ever find something that even slightly resembles, your moonlit eyes that could light up the nights of my life even until after your nights were over, your soft lips, your lips that moved so faultlessly against mine that I knew more love in that kiss than had ever been spoken to me in words. Most of all though, above all of these things-above every facet of your truly angelic and divine body, above every perfect feature that lies across your seraphic face-I will remember the fact that you loved me with a love that I never do believe can be conquered or have a counterpart. You forever gave me a part of myself that I never knew existed, and a part of you, the most pure and undiluted parts of you will live in me. I will take what you have given me and I will never let it go, because you’re the best person I’ve ever known. Every day of my life, I will wake up and I will thank who ever so happens to be watching over us for you. There is not a day that I will not thank someone for you, because you are worth being forever grateful for.