When the elevator door opened, my heart dropped. You looked absolutely beautiful in blue, and I always thought that you did. Your skin glows and has a subtle tint of red when the sunlight hits you, making your skin look warm and comforting to my soul.
You had that joyful look in your eyes like you had just told a joke and made everyone around you laugh. You have a way with people and making them want to be good when they’re with you. You bring out the best form of everyone, and I strive to mimic that.
As I began to step out of the elevator, my heart started to pound so hard that I lost my balance and stumbled, but my eyes never left your face. I feared that if I took my eyes off of you, I would lose you again. I couldn’t take that chance. I didn’t want to risk that.
How is it possible to want to see someone so badly that your mind plays tricks on you. My heart is aching all over again, and the pain is unbearable. Knowing that I’m looking into the eyes of a stranger that vaguely resembles you cuts deep in my soul.
I’m grieving all over again.
You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored.