Do you know what reminds me of you? A lot of things, actually. But one thing in particular caught my attention today as I was driving. The clouds remind me of you. Yes. The clouds. You know why.
But it really made me think. I wish I could fly. I wish I could soar through the sky like a bird. I wish so I could pick you up and soar with you. Higher and higher, until we rise above the clouds and see them as the sun sees them. I wish you could see the beauty of them, just as I see the beauty of you.
The sky. It sits there, an ever present reminder of you, and yet, it pales in comparison. When I see you, the sky may as well not exist, for your beauty can never be matched.
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