Honestly I want to cry right now. Yes it's because I'm sad but also because I'm beyond happy. I'm sad because I don't know if I'll ever have a chance with you, but at the same time I'm happy that I even have had the opertunity to know someone as amazing and unfinished as you. I look into your eyes and I melt and when you touch me I freeze like a iceberg. You've told me before you don't think anyone could love you the way I said I did. God I wish I could prove you wrong I wish you'd give me the chance to love you. I know for a fact you'd never regret it. You've said before you'd rather them forget about you rather than you froget about them, but even if you wanted me to forget you I never could... I could never foret the way your eyes shined even from the light of your dinning room, I wouldn't be Abel to forget the way your nose scrunched up when you'd smile. I could never forget the way my hand would fit on your side almost like it was ment to be there. When I'm with

you this weird feeling is always in my stomach and I never want to get rid of it. 

An unfinished book.

 Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed. 

She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to. 

She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three. 

Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap. 

Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back. 

You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me. 

You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.

You don’t say: But it was everything then.