What it could be.

I wish I could show you me.

I have a feeling that my hand would fit perfectly in yours.

Our hearts would beat as one.

You remind me of everything beautiful in the world.

You are an early morning on the mountain top with the fresh breeze filling my lungs.

You are a warm summer night with friends and no worries.

You are that crisp winter morning covered in white perfection.

You are everything that is beautiful, and you fill me with what could be. 

But I have been something else for too long.

And you’re hers anyway.