I am happy to have held your hand on that day, when you were that exact person.
Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
I look in his eyes and I see glimpses of the person I used to know and the person I know he can be.
And they’re the same.
And I wonder where he went and if he’s going to come back because, whatever this is, would work like magic if he ever did.