Your face in twilight shadow is what stays on my mind.
So does your face in sunlight, and, in fact, anything in between.
I tried about five hundred times to look away, but I never succeed.
So I stopped trying.
I like it better this way anyhow.
Classically handsome, yet with an uninitiated boyness that never loses its freshness.
How you came to be so important in my life is mostly unknown to me.
I do know this feeling has dug in its heels and refuses to budge one inch.
You make everyone laugh. You're the jokester. A natural with a crowd.
Your rare voice is hauntingly beautiful, the raw raspiness enhancing it even more.
You don't know how special you are.
You look far away at times, as if you aren't sure what is right, what is wrong.
You have such vitality, such humor, such beauty that my throat feels sewn up with unbreakable thread.
All the things I want to say are telescoped into my vocal chords, and they won't come free.
You slapped the others roughly, shoved them a bit much; you weren't discriminating.
But with me, you showed gentleness and acute, finespun awareness of my sensibilities.
We were wrenched apart, the grim no-nonsense of it not sinking in at first.
But when I looked at you, and for the first time, you purposely averted your eyes, I knew.
It's not permitted, they said. I couldn't sit by you anymore, couldn't touch you, couldn't smile at you.
And for God's sake, I couldn't even look at you . . . without consequences.
All the laughs, all the touching, the tenderness . . .
Gone in an instant.
I wanted to rip apart things like contracts, people's throats, idiots whispering behind our backs.
But I had to wait it out, and pray to God you wouldn't drift away from me.
The stage was just that-a stage. Nothing was real. Gone were our secret looks, our elusive language that belonged to only us.
The words to the songs told our story in eerie ways. Stolen glances were all we got. The longing . . . with every breath I wanted you back.
I don't know where we are now. In limbo, a little bit lost, a little bit bashful now that our eyes are permitted to meet again.
When your bright blue eyes gaze into my green ones now, I ponder if things will ever be the same again.
The rumors, the media, circumstances that I can hardly think about because they cause a burning behind my eyes and a dull ripping pain in my chest. No clean cut, but a jagged scar that won't heal.
Will you ever be mine again? Where do broken hearts go? It's been a long way down.
Will the midnight memories come back to life? Will the nights change? Can we make it through the dark? Will there ever be an infinity for us?
The little things I remember the best. How irresistible you are. At the end of the day, I want you with me.
I want to write you more songs. All the history we have. I don't want to be remembered as a temporary fix as I walk in the wind and recall it all. What makes you
beautiful? Everything about you.
We can be more than this. Again. I have to stop staying up all night from wanting you.
Remember all the moments we had, and don't love me goodbye.
Boo Bear, let me save you tonight. If only we could fly. You're perfect.