I still think back to all those night we stayed up talking until three in the morning, and I thought, “god, he’s the one for me.” You would tell me about your Jesus, and we would talk about the stars. I found hope in your eyes, and your voice sounded like a prayer.
That was two years ago. It’s been eight months since I’ve last heard from you. There isn’t a day that goes by where you don’t cross my mind. There isn’t a night that passes and I don’t yearn to wrapped in your arms. I still look up at the stars, and wonder if you’re looking too. When you left, you took a piece of me with you, and I have the habit of looking for it at the bottom of a whiskey bottle. I always notice how the whiskey matches the color of your eyes. I always end up going back for seconds."