I remember his laugh.

his smile.

the way his emerald irises lit up whenever the sun hit them.

his unruly brown hair that was always messy, but i loved it anyway.

I loved the softness of it. The way I could run my hands through it.

he was so kind

brave.

heroic.

humble.

lovable.

careful

so many things.

and I remember the first day I met him, he was shattered. his broken pieces all over the place, and I was determined to make him better. to fix those pieces.

I knew all his secrets.

he knew all of mine.

we shared everything.

and when I knew what he has been through, I was even more determined.

I fell in love.

my heart suddenly belonged to him.

I had to fight to get him to love back.

it was worth it.

definitely worth it.

However, when there's a couple,there are still secrets.

Secrets that are untold.

It took exactly fourteen days for this tragic story to play out.

I remember he wasn't himself.

I never noticed it much at the time.

I thought too much of my own worries.

and now, it's too late.

Since this day I can't find this man that has disappeared off the face of the earth.

I've been searching and searching.

but now

he's gone.