geekieactress
I love you. I loved you as you said hello. I loved you as you kissed me. I loved you as you teased me. I loved you as you walked away. I loved you as you saluted the captain. And I loved you as you died in warfare. And I still love you today, as I stand upon your grave. I always will love you. I look at your picture every day, and I am reminded with a pang that you are gone from the world. But then I conjure you up from my heart and lie down on our bed and I breathe with you. And we kiss. And I feel so much better. Because I always carry you inside me. Always. Literally, too. I keep a bit of your ashes in my locket. The part that I secretly thought was your delicate, warm lips.