we would talk until

late in the night,

until one of us eventually

drifted off to sleep

~

i used to tell him that

he was my favorite person ever

and

he used to tell me that

i was his favourite person too

~

he always told me i

was beautiful

that i was cute

the cutest

but

i always challenged him

~

he would ask,

"you wanna know what makes me really

happy?"

and

i would answer,

"yes"

and

he would say,

"you"

and

then i would say it back

~

we used to laugh

and

talk about our kids

how they would have the fairest of skins

but

how they would be

the cutest kids to ever

walk the earth

him saying it was because i was the mother

and

me saying it was because he was the father

~

we always told each other,

"i love you"

even though we never had to

because we just knew

~

we knew how in love we were

but

we also knew it would never work

we didn't care

we still laughed

joked

loved

as fiercely

and

as deeply

as we possibly could

~

there's not a day that

i don't miss everything about

him

his eyes

his smile

his hair

his scars

him

but

i know that i'll survive

because then he can too