Who Were They?

What were they like?
Tell me how they made you feel, and tell me how knowing them was like finally breaking the surface of the ocean, after drowning for so long. Did their smile make your heart skip a beat? I bet their laugh was the most beautiful sound in the world.
When you saw them for the first time, did you know that you were going to love them?  Or did your love develop with time, like a polaroid?  Do you think you really loved them?  Maybe you just loved the way they made you feel.  Maybe you were in love with the idea of love.
If you saw that they were sad, did your heart ache too?  Did you feel a bit more complete in their presence, like everything was finally falling together?
Then what about when everything fell apart.

Tell me. Tell me if saying goodbye to them was like hearing your favorite song for the last time. 

 Did you notice when they were gone? Could you physically feel an emptiness within you? 

When the phone rings, do you sometimes hope it's them? 

Do you wish you had never known them at all, but then realize your life would've been nothing without them?

I wonder if they made you smile for no reason at all, and if maybe seeing them was all you needed to get through the day. Perhaps all you needed was to know that they were existing in the same world as you. Maybe that was enough. Maybe it will always be enough. 

Who were they really? Who were they when they weren't smiling and laughing and pretending to be okay? What did their soul look like- could you feel it? Was it like a cool breeze on a hot summer day, or being wrapped in a warm blanket on a snowy winter night?
Were they like standing before a masterpiece in a museum, nearly impossible to entirely take in?  Was loving them like standing on top of a mountain after a long hike- exhausting but satisfying, leaving you breathless?  Was it the quiet satisfaction and comfort that comes when you curl in front of the fireplace on a blustery evening?

Was the touch of their skin against your own enough to light a fire in a forest?
Did you see stars dancing in their eyes, and did you hear a melody in every word they spoke?
When you heard their voice crack and saw tears stream down their face, did your heart break in places you never even knew existed?  

I never said a name, but you were thinking about them the entire time, weren't you?  That's when you know it means something.  That's when it matters.  Until next time xxx.