I remember the way his soft warm hands used to feel around my smaller, colder hands.
The lush greenness inside his irises, little grains and strains of different shades of green, but together the lush green was so vibrant, so full of life, they shine. He had beautiful eyes, so beautiful that I miss them now that they are gone.
His crooked smile and teeth slightly out of alignment, gave him a boyish grin and it was so gorgeous I would normally melt on the spot just staring at him for a second.
Then, there was his voice, it was slightly rough, but his words would always come out in velvet and wrap around a person's mind so tenderly and so hypnotizingly, it rendered people hopeless in trying to think logically and not only in his ways of view.
His tall but lanky stature made me look towards the sky with hope and happiness, trying to look into his beautiful vibrant eyes.
Edward was beautiful. But that was not all.
He was brought up the right way; in a good family, with good money, with good friends, with love and education.
He had manners, charisma, beauty, friendships, morals, integrity and to some extent; money and power. But he was not crazy and he never abused his advantages in life, but also in favor of help the poor and less advantaged.
However, Edward died. His pride and duty had killed him. He was only a boy heading towards manhood when it finally took him.
And now all that I have left of him is his lifeless form.
29/09/2013