There’s something about you. The feeling I got when I was around you, that excited nervousness; I’ve never felt that jolt with anyone else. It’s like listening to your favorite song or that first sip of coffee in the morning. Just pure unexplainable bliss. The way your eyes lit up when you play in the band, or how you stood in the middle of a thunderstorm blowing smoke rings. You’re passionate, talented, deep, mysterious. There’s so much to you that I just can’t put words to. I think that’s why even though you left me and you’re happy with someone else, I can’t be angry with you. I miss you, I mourn you, but I cannot be mad. You are that favorite song. You are that first sip of coffee.