You were my one, my only.
You made me laugh, and you understood me better than even any of my girlfriends did.
You were the one who would put down the skateboard and video games to talk talk with me on the phone or go for a walk anyday.
When I cried, and you really really wanted to help but didn't know how, just hearing your worried voice lifted my spirits.
All those races and contests we had, You were sweet enough to let me win sometimes (without trying to give it away).
You weren't afraid to sit with me at the lunch table, or talk to your friends about me. It made me feel good that you were proud.
Your smile brought light to any dark room, but mostly it made my heart skip a beat and a choir of angels sing in my ears.
You were the only one who knew the real me. We shared everything there was to share. I wanted to spend every waking moment with you.
One day, around the bend, things changed. We argued. I could never forget your gray eyes, tears welling up in them, asking for a second try. I didn't want to get hurt again.
I left you.
Although I've finally moved on, and you have changed so much, I won't forget the laughs we shared and the time we cherished, and that you really cared about me.
