It was more than just living and breathing. It was heaven on earth in an instant. I saved every moment of my life to find something as beautiful as what I saw in dreams turned into sugarcoated reality when I was with you. I swear I could have flown if you had asked me to. I would have jumped into the sky and not cared whether or not I fell because what you said was all that mattered to me.

I'll believe whatever you say.

You were truth captured in a painting on my wall. Brush strokes that created poetry in color. Art in its finest. Faces and smiles and everything in between. I felt so complete.

You had this smile that captured my tears in a bottle. I felt all the fears of my past nightmares sweep itself with an invisible broom underneath a tattered rug.

And everything was all right.

Just like you said. And all the world could die in this moment, all around my feet, because I believed you. Because you had all the answers that I was looking for. Because you were utopia in the form of a man.

And I've said that before. But it feels so real. The perfect description of what you were to me. Of what I saw in you. Of all the memories that I once fell asleep to like a lullaby. All of those things and more.

Things I can't say for fear of rejection, tears all clogged in one place, words that mold lumps in my throat. Of you leaving again. So I'll be quiet. And let the silence take me. It's deafening just like the door slamming shut.

And your back.

The place where I use to gently guide my hands around in circles while you and I were intimate and you kissing my neck and I was breathing on your shoulder. Just like those times. I could sculpt it from memory and put it in an art museum in my heart. Your back.

I've seen nothing but your back.

You always leave with whispers in your eyes. With tears in your mouth. I see it all. You always leave that way. It's distinction. Classification. Everything I know about you.

I learned from your back.

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