I use to love someone
It was the kind of love that made my brain brings thoughts of her just as calmly as the waves crashing on an island shore. -- No end and no beginning
Just constant thoughts of her
She burned in my memory banks, undeleted and remembered for everything that she meant to me.
Of course I was a kid but looking at her through a young boys eyes made the love that more special. I had no thought of limitations, or structure, or even the future.
I was a boy and she was a girl. And not just any girl, the girl.
I could only stop thinking about her when I went to sleep and that would lead to dreams and then until the morning where she would consume my day.
She was fire and I was a slow ember burning in her embrace with a quiet sincerity looking up doggedly at her face. I was hers for as long as she would have me --
as long as life would have us and as long as we kept our eyes off the future and into each others.