He was a hurricane to a rural town. He came into my life without warning and suddenly everything I had disappeared and I couldn’t find myself caring. When he entered a room everyone suddenly wanted to know everything about him. His hair was caramel but his smile was gold. He wasn’t just a simile, he was a metaphor. And all the possible cameras in the world could never fully show his true side. No one would ever understand the impact this hurricane bought to you unless it was right there in front of you. He soon became more than just a very beautiful stranger to me. Butt he also got forced to go away. My hurricane had to go, had to be controlled and whilst everyone else tried to fix me up the light in his smile made it impossible to ever fully be okay again. So I fought, and everyone thought I was insane, but I got my hurricane every second I could and I embraced the storm like it was my last gust of wind.
His smile soon turned grey every time we were apart. And the only true light was in his eyes. But only those brave enough could be close enough to see that small glimmer of hope. Hope for him, hope for love, hope for us. Because when the doors close, you rely on the blind man to tell you how to see. I would kiss him again just to prove that I can but at the end of the days its all bullshit. The only true love is the one where it is always in your heart. And that is what the hurricane gave me and I gave the hurricane