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| " You're so sublime, super fine. Were you heaven sent?" |
I didn't blame anyone as I've been accustomed to facing everything alone. Up until a curly haired boy with round glasses, who started out as a stranger, became one of my favorite person in this world. The person behind Sky.
sky
/skʌɪ/
noun.
a boy with a fluffy curly hair, his heads in the clouds. A soft boy behind all that tough exterior. A beautiful boy with a heart filled with only kindness and patience.
So far, the only one who has never caused me any form of pain, nonetheless, offered only comfort through subtle touches and beautiful words as his world. The one and only Sky. My Sky, might I add. I had a theory of how the most quiet person, are the ones who holds the most beautiful words he will ever uttered to the point maybe Oscar Wilde would have written about him rather than Dorian Gray. It was always underneath the stars that I was given the gift of knowing him more and more every time we meet. The time spent with him has always been my favorite time.
He was the person I often write about. I named him Blue. But he was nothing more made of fiction. But Sky was the real deal. From the way he walks, the voice he owns, the clothes he wear, the books he read, the songs he listens to, all of them are things that made him who he is. The type of person I wouldn't mind staying up late to write about, or lose sleep just to have more late night drives with his playlist in the background.
Sky was the light in the darkest of tunnels I was stuck in. He was't the light at the end of the tunnel, but the lights leading out to it. The one hope I hold onto to not lose myself.
Here's to Sky, my hope, the stars in the darkest of nights. To Sky, who has always been there. To Sky, my favorite character and person in this world.
yours truly,
g h o s t
P. S. The bracelet I gave you had a charm on it, it was one of the most well known masterpiece Picasso ever made. I gave you that because you, yourself is a masterpiece, Sky.
You are a masterpiece.
