I sometimes think about him, so much so that it pains every bone in my body. He was the one thing that made my soul come alive and when he left I was like a shattered mirror, collapsing to the floor in a million pieces. His very existence was what kept this mangled heart beating, streaming blood through these very veins. Those blue eyes could calm my inner demons and bring a smirk to this once harden face. The lines around my brown eyes would crease and portray my cool demeanor, mocking my self-control. He was like a gift from the heavens swooping down to enlighten my mind , body and soul,he left with one kiss on the cheek, leaving the wet feel of his beautiful lips against my brown skin. I keep his picture close to my heart, shielding it from the wondering eyes…to shield from my own.