Why didn’t I tell him?

He was my perilous shelter,

On a cold April night,

He was my cursed blessing,

During a chaotic nightmare,

He was my poisonous remedy,

After a disastrous hurricane.

 

Why do I find comfort in him?

He was my brightest star,

A constellation I dubbed my favorite.

He was my favorite book,

One I’d never get tired of reading.

He was my entirety,

A soul that completed me.

 

Why didn’t I tell him?

Because I will never be his shelter, blessing, and remedy.

I will never be his brightest star, his favorite book, his entirety.

 

Love,

Sophie.

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