He was my opposite, my strength.
He's beyond perfect for me as he leaves me both breathless from his presence and is the rational one of the two of us.
Ludwig had always been my perfect other half, the soothing moon to my bright and sometimes ignorant sun.
Still, sometimes things just went wrong, and it still does not seem irreversible.
I want him back.
He is my perfect other half that managed to make everything seem so much better and so much smoother.
I miss everything that made us who we are and every moment with him.
I still wish that I could hold him, and on the nights that he cried or may cry, comfort him.
He'd do the same for me then.
He always had.
Ludwig was strong and sturdy; he never seemed to break and probably never would completely; he held me up and made me stronger.
He made me laugh and smile and daydream.
I don't know if he ever completely knew what he means to me and what he meant to me.
Words never seemed perfect enough for every emotion, for every thought, and for every wonderful dream.
I hope that he understands, somewhere out there, and feels the same as he really was my perfect moon to match my 'bright' personality.
I love you, Ludwig, and I love you more every day.